"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

Maybe the SOB had stroked out standing up?

тАЬWhatтАЩs your problem?тАЭ Blay repeated.

тАЬIтАЩll bring the flatbed over,тАЭ Tohr said as he started for the other vehicle. тАЬLetтАЩs leave the bodies right where they areтАФyou can dispose of them on the way home.тАЭ

Meanwhile, Blay could feel John pausing and looking across at the pair of themтАФsomething Qhuinn didnтАЩt seem to care about, naturally.

With a curse, Blay solved the problem by jogging over to the tow truck and walking alongside as Tohr backed the thing up toward the HummerтАЩs collapsed hood. Going for the winch, Blay unclipped the claw and started to free the cable.

He had a feeling he knew what was on QhuinnтАЩs mind, and if he was right, the guy had better stay quiet and stay the fuck back.

He did not want to hear it.





FIVE


As Qhuinn stood in the stiff wind and watched Blay hook up the Hummer, loose snow blew up over his boots, the quiet, soft weight gradually obscuring the steel-toed tops. Glancing down, he had the vague thought that if he stayed where he was long enough, he would be completely covered by it, from head to toe.

Weird goddamn thing to come into his brain.

The roaring of the flatbedтАЩs engine brought his head back up, his eyes shifting over as the winch began to drag his ruined ride off the snowpack.

Blay was the one working the pull, the male standing to the side, carefully monitoring and controlling the speed of the draw so that no undue stress was put on the various mechanical components of this automotive Good Samaritan production.

So careful. So controlled.

In order to seem casual, Qhuinn went over by Tohr and pretended that he, like the Brother, was just monitoring the progress of the lift. Not. It was all about Blay, of course.

It had always been about Blay.

Trying to add to all the nonchalance, he crossed his arms over his chestтАФbut had to drop them down again as his bruised shoulder hollered. тАЬLesson learned,тАЭ he said to make conversation.

Tohr murmured something back, but damned if he heard it. And damned if he could see anything but Blay. Not for a blink. For a breath. For a beat of the heart.

Staring across the swirling snow, he marveled at how someone you knew everything about, who lived down the hall, who ate with you and worked with you and slept at the same time you didтАжcould become a stranger.

Then again, and as usual, that was about the emotional distance, not the same job, under-the-same-roof shit.

The thing was, Qhuinn felt like he wanted to explain things. Unfortunately, and unlike his slut cousin, Saxton the Cocksucker, he had no gift with words, and the complicated stuff in the center of his chest was making that mute tendency worse.

After a final grind, the Hummer was up off the ground on the bed, and Blay started running chain in and out of the undercarriage.

тАЬOkay, you three take this piece of junk back,тАЭ Tohr said as flurries started to fall again.

Blay froze and looked at the Brother. тАЬWe go in pairs. So I need to leave with you.тАЭ