– XIII –

Now


I woke up because I was suddenly afraid. For some strange reason I firmly believed that someone has gotten into my apartment and killed Dylan while I was asleep. I sat up with a gasp and he looked at me, frowning slightly. Nobody killed him, I realized while my heart was thumping wildly against my ribs. He is just sitting here, finishing the doughnuts, doing something on the laptop.

“Bad dream?” he asked.

“Ugh…” I muttered. “You are my bad dream… I thought someone killed you while I was out… Jesus, it’s just gonna get worse from now on, isn’t it? I’m gonna wake up in cold sweat every freaking time, thinking that something bad happened to you… Especially after you heal. I mean, you’ll be able to go do whatever the hell it is that you do… And I won’t even know where you are or what…”

“You are blabbering”, he interrupted me calmly. “And no, I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to. Simple, really…” he shoved another doughnut in his mouth and returned to his typing. “I’ll stay home while you work”, he mumbled with something that resembled a snort. Was hard to tell with his mouthful of doughnut. “Not gonna cook or clean or anything… But you’ll know where I am at any given moment.”

“That’s a relief”, I said sarcastically.

“Yeah”, he nodded energetically. “I thought you’d like that.”

“What are you doing?” I asked after managing to swap the last doughnut out of his grasp.

“Looking for porn”, he said solemnly.

“And killing my laptop with some nasty virus?” I frowned.

He looked at me and rolled his eyes.

“It was a joke”, he said evenly. “I don’t need porn to get off, you know it.”

I knew that indeed.

“Just looking for more information on Ms. Waters”, he sighed. “Just in case.”

“Like what?” I sat next to him.

“Well”, he said thoughtfully. “For example I am curious if she has a concealed weapon permit.”

“She is from Texas”, I hemmed. “Of course she does.”

“Probably”, he muttered.