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“Mmm… Lena?” he whispers.
“Shh. It’s me. You’re okay. At least, I think you are.” They wouldn’t have put him in bed with me if he wasn’t. “We’re at the Block compound.”
“You did it. Thank you.” His voice is weak, but not strained.
“For what?”
“Oh, you know… saving my life, cleaning up my blood.” Good to know almost dying didn’t damage his sense of humor.
“Figured I needed to return the favor.” My breath catches as he turns his head to look at me, his eyes clear, sorrowful.
“You shouldn’t have had to see that. Any of it. I’m sorry I called, that I put you through that.”
“I won’t lie and say I’m fine. But don’t you ever apologize for asking for help. For asking me for anything. I’m… you’re…” The words falter. I’m not sure what I want to say, how to say what I feel for him.
“Yours. I’m yours. I always will be.” His eyelids droop as he says it, drifting back off.
My heart aches as I lean in to kiss his forehead, holding him as best as I can.
“I’m yours, too.” I hope he hears me. I hope he knows how he makes me feel, even if I don’t always know how to express it.
Gavin is my rock.
He’s my knight.
And I want to be the same to him. His partner, not some damsel for him to save.
The kiss I brush across his lips before I get out of bed is a promise to see him well. To keep moving forward. Our lives may be chaotic, but now, nothing can separate us.
After another meal with a bubbling Ora, regaling me with her most recent exploits and about the fight she had with her grandfather over our staying to recover for a day, I head back into our room. Nothing in the world sounds better than sleep.
Early in the morning, there’s a soft knock at the door, Ora’s promised wakeup call and our ride. I help the handsome, haggard biker with the bandana from the night before get Gavin up and into the van. He’s groggy from painkillers and generally jovial.
“Hey!” I swat his hand away for the fifth time from squeezing my butt. “Cut it out or I’ll drop you!”
The compound is quiet, cold. No sign of most of the crew or of any of the revelry from the day before. It sinks into my stomach like a stone, the sense of foreboding.
The Block is on the move today. High alert.
Partially because of me and Gavin.
I let Dirk drive, still feeling the effects of my ordeal and wanting to stay with Gavin in the back. He’s out cold again on the gurney. We’ll definitely need it to get him into the house.
It’s an hour until sunup as we turn down a road I recognize all too well and I feel the tension in the vehicle. Dirk is eyeing me periodically.
“Alright. Out with it.”
“Out wit’ what?” he drawls.
“The warning. The threats. I know I wasn’t an invited guest.”
He smirks menacingly, knowingly. “You’re smokin’ hot and smart.”
“You'd better hope the Eraser stays asleep and doesn’t hear you,” I tease, but there’s a real threat to the joke. One I need to feel confident, too.
“Consider it said. You know things you shouldn’t. You been somewhere you shouldn’t. Don’t say shit and we won’t have any issues.”
“Ora is my friend. I would never sell her out.”
