Loren and I looked at each other, but neither of us said a word as he helped her into the back, and I climbed into the driver’s seat. Braxton’s gaze switched back and forth between us as she waited for the answer that we couldn’t bring ourselves to give.
“Loren…”
He leaned down to gently kiss her lips before closing the door in her face. I made sure to keep my gaze forward as Loren climbed in the front seat, and then I peeled off out of the parking lot, heading toward home.“You guys are both jerks.”
It was all Braxton managed to get out before Jericho grabbed her and started tonguing her down with a groan right there in the doorway. “I missed you,” he said to her, “and I’m so fucking sorry. So goddamn sorry.”
Emily’s aim hadn’t been true.
She’d been so wrapped up in her misplaced anger and scorn that she ended up putting a bullet in the wall rather than his heart. Loren had wrestled the gun from her and kept her ass in check long enough for the cops to come. By then, my grandmother had called to tell us what had become of Braxton. Emily had been lucky the cops had already arrived, or she’d be buried out back rather than sitting in a jail cell.
I once threatened Braxton with the same, but back then, it had been just another mind game. I hadn’t meant a word of it.
I couldn’t say the same for Emily.
Loren and I left Jericho and Braxton where they were as we entered the house and looked around, taking in the banner, streamers, food, and drinks.
Jericho had stayed behind to oversee and finish setting up Braxton’s welcome home party. The guest list was short, but it was more than we’d ever allowed inside our home before. We’d even invited Oni, who’d quit Savant recently and mysteriously, and was currently looking like a fish out of water while ensuring Xavier stayed on the far side of the room from her.
“Excuse me, but you’re not the only one who was worried and missed Braxton,” Griffin bitched as usual as she approached them.
“Why did we invite her again?” Loren whispered to me with his eyes on them.
I shrugged because I honestly didn’t know. She was Braxton’s best friend so…whatever. Maeko was busy chatting up Xavier while Griffin tried and failed to free Braxton from Jericho. The more she pulled, the harder he clung.
“Hey, cut that shit out,” I finally barked when I had enough of their tug-of-war. Braxton had just been released from the hospital an hour ago. “Not so fucking rough with her.”
Jericho finally let our girl go with a few last pecks and walked away. Braxton blushed and flashed me a quick smile before finally turning to Griffin.
While they talked, I found Loren and Rich in the kitchen standing on opposite sides of the island.
Loren was stuffing his face while Jericho peered into a brown box with Amazon tape. Dani, who must have checked the locker we used for our mail, had brought it with her when she showed up for the party.
“What the hell is this, Lo?”
Rich pulled out duct tape and rope, holding one in each hand as he stared at Loren.
“Oh, hey, it came!” With a mouth full of cupcake, Loren smiled wide as his opaque eyes glittered.
“What do you need two-hundred feet of tape and rope for?” I asked him after peering into the box and seeing more.
Loren was nonchalant now as he brushed his hands free of crumbs, leaving them on the counter instead. “Hopefully, you won’t find out.” While Rich and I gaped at him, Loren swiftly changed topics. “So, are you planning to tell Braxton about that shit you tried to pull?” he asked Jericho.
“I was thinking I’d let her enjoy her party and being home first,” Rich sniped sarcastically. He threw the tape and rope back into the box and pushed it toward me.
I knew all the best hiding spots.
“Right…the party. You just don’t want her knowing you’re as stupid as you look.”
“I’m dumb,” Rich returned with a sneer, “but you were sucking my dick two hours ago. Make it make sense, Lo.”
Loren shrugged as he licked icing off his thumb while staring at our best friend. “I was excited and feeling generous because Braxton was coming home. Sue me.”
Rich glowered at him while Loren flirted with his eyes.
Braxton ambled in a moment later, and our attention was stolen. The moment she was close enough, I lifted her and set her on the counter.
“How are you feeling?” I felt like a sap as I skimmed her cheek with my lips. I didn’t care. She made me not care.
“Sore,” she admitted on a mumble. “Weak. Mostly confused.”
I lifted my head. “Confused?”
“I can’t…I can’t tell what I’m feeling.” She looked at Loren, Rich, and then back at me. “Or if I’m feeling anything at all.”