“Thanks. You’re being awfully nice to me.”
“Don’t get used to it,” she teased.
It was nice to see Bree smile. Nicer than he wanted to admit. What he wanted more than anything was to ask her to hug him. It sounded silly, even to him, but it had been too long since someone had.
As if she’d been beckoned, Lyric bounded up to them. “What’s the word?”
Bree filled her in on Blythe’s condition.
“Why aren’t you with her? Or Tucker? I saw him sulking out front.”
“She doesn’t want to see them,” Bree answered for him.
“Uh oh.”
“Yep,” answered Jace this time. “She thinks I’ve been lying to her.”
“About what?”
“She thinks I knew where Tucker was.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
“Okay, then. Blythe will believe you when you tell her yourself.”
Jace hoped she was right.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Pueblo?” she asked.
“Yeah, I called Billy, and he withdrew my name.”
“What’s next?”
“Crested Butte, to train.”
“You gotta go, dude. Can’t be sittin’ around here. That was your agreement with Blythe.”
“I’m not leaving until I straighten things out with her.”
“Gotcha. So where are you and ol’ brood-monster stayin’?”
“I asked him the same question.” Bree sounded pissy again.
Lyric put her hand on her hip.“What did he say?”
Jace loved that Lyric handed Bree’s pissiness right back to her. Although, right now he needed them both in his corner, which meant they couldn’t be at odds with each other.
“We’ll get a room somewhere nearby. Not a big deal.”
“You can stay with us.”
Jace thought Bree’s eyes were going to pop out of her head.
“What?” Lyric saw Bree’s look, too.
“They cannot stay with us, Lyric, and before you make an offer like that, you should consider asking your roommate her opinion.”