Chandler returned after a few minutes. It was nice, for once, to have an adult around to take charge. “Brock, you’ll stay with us for the night,” he informed.
My jaw more or less dropped. He hadn’t actually suggested that my boyfriend spend the night under the same roof as me! I couldn’t figure out if this was a blessing or a curse.
“That’s not necessary, sir,” Brock replied respectfully. “I’m fine.”
“You are, but seeing as you don’t have a vehicle, I have to insist. I already spoke with your parents on the way here. They think it is a good idea for at least tonight. We’ll discuss further accommodations in the morning, but we all agree it probably isn’t safe for you alone,” Chandler explained.
Brock wasn’t easily swayed. He was used to living on his own. “I don’t want to put your family in danger.”
Chandler clasped a hand onto Brock’s shoulder. “You are family, Brock. Always have been. We take care of each other. It’s what we do, isn’t that what you said?”
“He’s got you there,” Micah pointed out like the playful dick that he was.
“I think we’d all feel better knowing you weren’t alone,” Fynn said, running a hand over his chin.
Although Brock was their leader and usually called the shots, he also knew when to listen to his friends' concerns. It was what made them such a strong unit, their ability to trust one another.
He relented, but not easily.
“Maddy, your parents should be here in a minute,” Chandler informed.
Mads lifted her head, a hand reaching out to grip onto Micah’s shoulder as if a dizzy spell went through her. Her face had gone ghostly pale, something I didn’t notice until now. “I’m going to….” And she collapsed, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Micah caught her before she crashed to the ground.
“I need a medic!” Chandler ordered, his voice booming over the lot.