Hard Truths by Rebecca Royce

Author:Rebecca Royce [Royce, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rebecca Royce
Published: 2018-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

I’d never slept better. Or maybe I had. All I knew was the next morning I woke up on the couch I’d conked out on with no headache at all. I was still injured—hugely, so—and the doctor had warned me that I would feel better way before I was. I wasn’t going to go run a marathon. But it was nice not to have a headache.

Warden slept on the other side of the couch. Our legs had gotten tangled up in each other as we’d slept on opposite ends of a too small couch. But it had worked. I guessed neither of us had thought about using the other couch or any of the bedrooms when we’d dozed off in a haze of relaxation.

He’d snored a little bit. It wasn’t a loud, obnoxious sound, more like he breathed deep and was really lost in sleep. He was unabashedly breathing. I shook my head. Sun shined through the window. I rubbed my nose, sitting up.

Warden stretched his hands over his head before he opened his eyes. He blinked awake. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” I patted his legs. “Good morning.”

I got off the couch and made my way quickly to the bathroom. Like the kitchen, the hot water took a long time to come, but it did and there was running water for a shower. I took a fast one and dried off. When I came out, wrapped in a towel, I realized I still had my suitcase from the Caribbean. That meant I had my outfit from dinner, my bathing suit, and my work clothes. I didn’t want to put back on the outfit I’d been beaten up in on the beach.

I’d been in it too long.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the view.” Warden had taken off his shirt. He was built like he’d been carved out of stone. I’d never seen anyone as strong. “But is something wrong? I mean, you can parade around in your towel all you want. It just seems odd for you.”

He wasn’t wrong. “I need clothes. I could put back on my bathing suit cover-up.”

Warden rubbed his chin. “No, that won’t do. We didn’t think of that and you were too concussed to be thinking of anything at all. You need clothes. We’ll have to get some. There’s a general store not too far. It’s a drive, but it’s the closest. We can go ahead and go now. I’ll supplement some of the food here. I think we might actually need more than we have. Besides, it’s not like we have a lot else to do today.”

In the meantime, I’d put back on what I’d worn earlier. “What? You aren’t going to take away someone’s life savings today?”

“The day is still young, gorgeous. The day is still young.” He winked at me, turning around to head into the bathroom I’d just exited. I sucked in a breath I was glad he didn’t hear. He had almost exactly the same scars Trace had. It was like they wore matching pain on their backs.

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