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Tonight.
Kody and I trimmed our beards, cleaned up our hair, and put on our best boxer-briefs this morning.
Yeah, we’re fucking hopeful.
He got held up at the distillery but won’t be too far behind me.
Oliver greets me at the door, his face expressionless. “He’s upstairs.”
I ascend the grand staircase, my heartbeat resounding with the echo of my footsteps.
I find Monty curled up in bed, looking worse than he did two days ago.
Sweatpants, shirtless, unshaved, and unwashed, he stares blankly at a black-and-white romance movie on TV.
“Is that Casablanca?” I walk in without knocking.
He glares at me.
“Is this your plan?” I gesture at the TV. “This is how you solve your problems?”
He continues to glare, the anger in his eyes burning through the shadows there. Then he turns his attention back to the screen.
“I started seeing your doctor.” My palms slick with sweat.
“I know.”
“Tracking my movements in the app? You fucking creeper.”
“Yes.”
“Then you knew I was coming here.” I spot his phone on the nightstand.
He doesn’t remove his eyes from the TV.
“You left me that package for a reason. The note…” I clutch my nape and shift my weight. “You wanted me to remember Wolf, to grieve him. Well, I’m here, and I’m grieving. But I can’t do it alone. None of us can.”
“That’s not why you’re here.”
“Yeah. You’re right. I’m grieving her, too. I miss her. I fucking need her.” I feel my temper rising, the familiar heat licking at my insides. “The only way I’m getting her back is with you and Kody.”
For a moment, I think he’s going to tell me to leave. If he does, I’ll have to break his face, and that would hurt Frankie.
He pushes to a sitting position and meets my eyes. “I’m not convinced.”
“Convinced about what?”
“Your purpose here.”
Christ, he’s not making this easy.
I scrub my hands down my face and look him dead in the eye. “Like it or not, motherfucker, the four of us have been in a relationship for five months. We lived together. We ate our meals, worked out, pursued our dreams, learned to drive, cried, laughed, and fought together. We made all our decisions together as a team. Hell, we still do. The only thing the four of us haven’t done together is fuck.”
He doesn’t even blink.
“What am I missing?” I cross my arms.
“I think you covered it.” Powering off the TV, he shifts to the edge of the bed and clasps his hands between his knees. “But you brushed over some significant talking points.”
