Page 64 of Receiving His Mercy
“All right. But you’ll tell me if there’s someone who needs a lesson, right?” Tyler asked his brother.
“I’ve got it under control.”
He had what under control? Her mother? No one had her under control.
“Now, why were you showering in my apartment when you have one of your own?” Travis asked his brother.
“Rat.”
“Rats?” Travis asked.
“No, just one. Not plural. Pretty sure it’s taken up residence in my apartment somewhere. And I’m not going in there until it leaves. So, unfortunately, there might be a new tenant who doesn’t pay his rent on time. Or you could get rid of him so I can move back in. In the meantime, I’ll be living with you.”
“A rat? Seriously, Tyler. Lay some traps.” Travis ran his hand over his face.
“You know I can’t set foot in that apartment now that I know there’s a rat. So if you want that rent money . . .”
“You don’t even pay rent for that apartment!” Travis said to him as he sat facing her once again. “In fact, the rat might be a better tenant.”
To her shock he actually winked at her.
Travis Andrews just winked at her.
Be still her crazy heart.
“Travis! You can’t let the rat move in! You can’t let him win!” Tyler grumbled.
“You’re going to have to get over your fear of rodents at some stage. Might as well be now. What would all those subs that follow you around adoringly at Whip It think if they found out that the big, bad Dom is scared of a rat?”
“You wouldn’t tell them!” Tyler said.
Travis shrugged.
“God, you’re a jerk. And after I helped you with the panic attack . . . wait, was that you having a panic attack, Caren?”
“Oh, well, yes. Thank you for your help.”
Tyler’s gaze narrowed. “You’ll tell me if you need any help, won’t you?”
“She won’t need to do that because she has me,” Travis stated.
Tyler’s face lit up. “Is that so? Do tell. What do the two of you mean to each other?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly.
“We’re friends,” Travis added. “That’s all.”
“Hmm. Sure. That’s all. Well, does anyone mind if I watch the game?” Tyler asked.
“Yeah, we do, actually,” Travis told him. “Caren needs to rest. She needs quiet. No phone, no computer, no TV.”
“I don’t think the TV would hurt,” she said to Travis.
“It will the way that Tyler watches it. He’ll be yelling and screaming and jumping up and down. And he has his own apartment to do that in. Plus, he needs to get to the club.”
“Not for another three hours. And my apartment belongs to the rat now. Please let me stay.” Tyler held his hands up in a begging position while giving him an innocent look.
It was all lies.
