“You kids suck sometimes. Stay out of my sight until dinner.”
I grabbed Luna’s hand, giving her a wink. “I have an idea. Come upstairs.”
“Put pillows over your faces,” Skeeter said bluntly, stalking from the room and making me chuckle.
At least we got out of helping.
ChapterThirty
Riley
As much as Archer and Lexi were glad that I was alright, they weren’t impressed with me about the whole racing and break-up issue. So, I wasn’t surprised when they asked Luna to go home for the night. As much as it sucked not having her beside me, I had to play my cards right.
I needed them to trust me again, which was understandable.
It was the next day, and I was leaning against the Psychos’ Escalade having a cigarette as I waited for Logan to bring Reid out. It was a little after lunchtime, but it looked like it was late in the afternoon with the way the clouds were overcast.
The moment Logan wheeled him out, I grinned. “Hey, Speedy. I hope you’ve showered since being in this place. Should I keep the windows down?”
“Bite me, Donovan,” he scolded, but his smirk gave him away. “Logan was very helpful with assisting me in the shower. Right, buddy?”
Logan scrunched his nose with annoyance, stopping them in front of the car. “Don’t remind me. I’ve seen way more of you than any friend should.”
I snickered, giving Reid a wink. “He’ll have to do it for a few more weeks too. Unless you can get Raven to help. She might do it to save him.”
Logan looked horrified at the thought, shaking his head. “Nope. I’d never allow her to be traumatized like that. I’ll continue to suffer and take one for the team.”
“You’re such a good boy,” Reid deadpanned, hissing out a breath as he shifted in his seat. “Can you fuckers help me out of this thing?”
I frowned as a nurse walked towards us with crutches. “Uh, you’re bringing the wheelchair, right?” I asked slowly, making Reid snort.
“Fuck no.”
I ran my eyes over him, a blank look on my face. “But you have fucked ribs and arms.”
“I’ll manage.” His voice was sharp, and I let out a sigh. With his wrecked arm, he was going to struggle with crutches.
“Reid…”
“My house isn’t made for a fucking wheelchair, Donovan. Butt out of it,” he snapped, making the nurse pause beside us with worry.
“Here you go, Mr. Barron.”
“Thank you,” he grunted, letting Logan take them from her as he managed to get them in the back seat. Between me and Logan, we got Reid into the front passenger seat and made sure he was buckled in before giving the nurse the wheelchair so she could head back into the hospital.
“Sorry, he’s really grouchy today,” Logan said under his breath, but I shrugged.
“I don’t blame him. He’s been stuck in here for a while, and he’s probably bored and uncomfortable. The trunk’s full of cooked meals for you guys too. Lukas and Jensen cooked a heap last night so you guys don’t have to cook for a week or two.”
His face softened, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh, thank you. That was nice of them.”
“I think they’re getting empty nest syndrome or something. We went from a full house to fuck all.” I chuckled. “Marla’s about to leave it seems, and with me being the only permanent kid there, I think they’re just trying to stay busy.”
“Tell them we appreciate it.” He gave me a smile before opening the back door and climbing in.
Reid hardly spoke the whole drive to Hawthorne Heights, and I didn’t push him to talk. He was allowed to feel miserable.
I wasn’t surprised when Raven walked out to help, giving me a filthy look. “Thanks for bringing him home.”