Haven: The Wanderers, Book Six by Becca Jameson

Author:Becca Jameson [Jameson, Becca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Becca Jameson Publishing

Chapter 12

Mykel paced the living room, running a hand through his damp hair. He’d been the first one in the shower, nearly stomping there as soon as they stepped into the apartment. “What the fuck are we doing?” he asked the room at large.

“Acting like idiots?” Eldin suggested. He was sitting on the couch, head tipped back, hands behind his neck.

Blane was leaning against the wall next to the door. Mykel watched him glance at it every few seconds as if Harmony might just show up. Why would she? They’d walked away from her with hardly a word.

Blane groaned. “I know what we were doing. We were trying to give her space to follow her heart. She hasn’t had a moment alone since we snagged her off the street ten days ago. That’s what we were doing, but that doesn’t make us less idiotic.”

York slammed the door to the bathroom as he traipsed into the living space. He’d been the last one out of the shower. It hardly looked like he’d bothered with the towel. “What the fuck were we thinking?” he asked, looking around at them, hands fisted at his sides.

It was nearly comical since he’d missed the last few minutes of discussion on that very subject. He was wearing gray sweats and nothing else. Not even shoes. Yet he stalked to the door and grabbed the handle. “Who’s going with me?”

Mykel stopped pacing to join him. Eldin stood from the couch. Blane shoved off the wall.

York opened the door and stopped dead, causing Mykel to run into the back of him.

Mykel’s breath caught in his throat.

Harmony was in the hallway. Just standing there, rubbing her hands together. She looked nervous as fuck and her eyes were red and puffy. Had they made her cry?

She flinched and took a step back. “I…”

Mykel breathed easier. Knowing she’d come to them meant the world. He also pulled his tail between his legs. She’d certainly come to them faster than any of them had pulled their heads out of their asses.

Except for the obvious signs of crying, she looked like an angel. Her hair was wet and hanging in long curls down her back, freshly combed and tucked behind her ears. She had on a T-shirt and leggings, but like two of them, no shoes.

Glancing down and seeming to just now notice that fact, she curled her toes under. “Can I come in?” she asked.

York pulled the door open farther and stepped back. “Shit. Of course.”

They all backed up a few feet, not really wanting to give her much space. Mykel knew he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. He was the one to reach out a hand and pull her into his embrace the moment the door closed.

He hauled her so tight and so close she probably couldn’t breathe. He set his chin on her head and rocked her back and forth. “I’m sorry. We didn’t handle that well.”

She finally relaxed against him and sighed.

“We made you cry,” Eldin murmured as he set a hand on her back.

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