“I don’t,” she said honestly. “If the world were still up and running, a general practitioner would have likely done some x-rays to make sure it’s not a break and then refer him to a specialist. I don’t even have a best guess to give you. This is outside of anything I’ve had to deal with yet. But, Adam mentioned having an ACL injury before and that it felt similar. Maybe that’s it and, if it’s not serious, will heal on its own. I really hate that I don’t have a better answer.”
“I understand. I was just hoping.”
She nodded and gave my arm a sympathetic squeeze.
“I gave him another oxy when he got here. He’ll be pretty comfortable for a while.”
“Thank you.”
After a last look at Adam, I followed her out of the room, partially closing Adam’s door so we could hear him if he needed something. I thanked Cassie again and said a quiet goodbye.
Tor stood in the kitchen, doing nothing but watching me. Considering all our past interactions, I was betting that he had no idea what to do with me.
“Want to give me a tour of your home?” I asked.
“It’s your home now, too, June.”
I smiled and followed him through the house. It wasn’t huge, but had a lovely open concept living area with a full guest bathroom across from Adam’s room and a separate mudroom with a washer and dryer coming from the garage. Upstairs, there were two guest bedrooms, another bathroom, and a master suite. Only one of the bedrooms had a bed in it, though.
“What happened to all of the beds?” I asked.
“Some were dirty from clearing the houses.”
“You mean bloody?”
He grunted. “Anything with infected blood on it was removed. Everything here is safe for you. I moved the extra bed downstairs so Adam won’t need to be carried as far if he wants to watch a movie with us.”
“That’s very considerate of you. Thank you.”
“It was Adam’s idea. You can sleep here,” he said, gesturing to the neatly made bed.
“Where are you going to sleep?”
“With Adam.”
I did my best not to smirk. Although Tor didn’t mean it the way it sounded, I was going to repeat his preference to Adam. He’d find it funny, too.
“We’ll worry about sleeping arrangements later,” I said. “Where did you put the backpack?”
“Adam told me to unpack it. Your clothes are over here.” He strode toward the dresser and tapped a drawer. “Adam’s clothes are in his room. There are towels in the bathroom closet, along with soaps and shampoos. Anything I have is yours.”
He was so incredibly sweet and earnest. I could see in his expression that sharing his things wasn’t putting him out in the least. He was genuinely excited to have us stay with him.
“Let’s go look at the kitchen and see what I can make us for lunch.”
He followed me downstairs and stood back while I explored his supplies. Cupboard after cupboard was crammed full of foodstuffs. Canned goods. Boxed items. Jars. Even spices. When he led me to a stocked chest freezer in his garage, I was shocked speechless for a moment. If anyone in Tenacity had an inkling of how much food was here, Matt’s worst nightmare would become a reality.
“Do the fey share with each other here, or is this all yours?” I asked finally.
Tor’s face took on an uncomfortable expression.
“If any of my brothers are hungry, I would share with them. But they know I hope to win a female soon. I collected this for her.”
“Oh, Tor. I’m so sorry. Adam and I can stay somewhere else.”
“No. I want you here.”
Before I could blink, he wrapped me in a firm hug.