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I couldn’t handle not being able to keep someone else safe, despite the fact that Rory seemed more than happy to get herself fucking killed for the sake of keeping the rest of us safe.

I knew I wasn’t going to get home that night as I curled up beside Sasha to keep reading with my phone light, not moving again until dawn hit the horizon.

Chapter six

Rory

My phone rang, waking me early the next morning.

I climbed over Jensen, grabbing the noisy device and holding it to my ear as I crawled back into bed, Lukas instantly throwing an arm over me to snuggle closer in his sleep.

I’d called the guys when I’d gotten home from spending time with Diesel, not wanting to be alone.

It was rare we all piled into the one bed, but I’d felt like I’d needed it last night.

“Hello?”

“Donovan? It’s Diesel. I’m out front,” Diesel mumbled down the line, making me frown.

“Everything okay? Hang on, I’ll be down in a second. Let yourself in, Caden’s already been up and left for the day.”

“Sure thing,” he replied, hanging up without another word.

I knew I didn’t know him well, but he’d sounded bothered.

I went to climb over Jensen again, but his hands clamped onto my waist as he peered up at me with a smirk.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, baby?”

I swatted him playfully, leaning down to give him a morning kiss.

“Good morning to you too, asshole. Diesel’s in the kitchen and wants to talk about something. Want a coffee?”

He frowned, not impressed in the slightest.

“Diesel Maverick? Since when are you buddies with him?”

“Since yesterday,” I replied as he finally let me out of bed.

I grabbed a shirt and pulled it over my head, turning to walk out, but a snort behind me caused me to turn and cop a faceful of sweatpants.

“Shirt might cover you, babe, but pants couldn’t hurt. You’re too hot to let loose without them.”

I grinned, yanking them on before heading down to the kitchen, tying my hair up in a messy ponytail as I entered the room.

Diesel was leaning on the bench, dark circles around his eyes that told me he’d had a long night.

He looked like fucking shit.

“Hey, you don’t look too good this morning. Want a coffee?” I offered softly, giving his shoulder a pat on my way past.

He nodded, not saying anything until we both had a coffee in front of us.

“Thanks again for last night, yeah?”

I rolled my eyes, giving him a friendly smile.

“I already told you it was fine, so what’s actually on your mind?”