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“I do. He needs your help.”
“Yes, Boss. I’ve got him.”
The tension in Carver’s body left as Fury led Gideon out of the room. His boy was still so locked into the therapist, he didn’t even flinch when a woman walked a few feet away from him. It was as if everyone else was invisible.
An arm on Carver’s shoulder had him jerking to see who’d approached. It was Hex, of course.
“Little boss finally decided to talk to the head doc? Good shit.”
Carver groaned. “Yeah, he did. I didn’t know it would be right now, but…”
His shrug was meant to end the discussion. Hex didn’t pick up on that though. Instead he asked, “Do you think he actually said words to him? He hasn’t spoken yet. It would suck if Fury heard his voice first. I’m betting it’s all soft and melodic. He looks like an angel and lives with THE Angels. It’s only logical.”
“It’s raspy,” Carver said before he could stop himself.
Hex raised a brow.
“His voice, I mean. It’s raspy. Nothing like you’re saying.”
“So he spoke to you first?” Hex questioned.
“Yeah. We were talking, and he decided to rush in here to look for Fury. I followed him in case I needed to step in.”
“But you didn’t. And whatever it was you spoke about was important enough for him to change that quickly? Wow.” Hex clapped Carver on the back. “Guess we’ll see some more changesaround here soon. Little boss talking might be just what we need. Then there'll be two people to tell us what to do all the time.”
Carver could only shake his head as Hex laughed to himself and strode away. If Gideon wanted to boss his men around, Carver would let him. He’d do anything to make his sweet boy happy — including trusting Fury to take care of things.
Twenty-Five
Gideon followedFury into a room he hadn’t yet seen. This was another office space like Carver’s, yet there was only a couch, a chair, and some bookshelves inside.
“Come in. Have a seat on the couch. Or you can lay down on it if you like. Some of the guys like to close their eyes and pretend to sleep while they share with me. Makes it easier.”
Gideon nearly snorted aloud at the suggestion. There was no way he’d do that. Dreaming always led to nightmares. Why would he force himself to experience one in the middle of the day?
At least he assumed it was the middle of the day. He hadn’t paid attention to much about what all had been happening when he came out of Carver’s room. He only knew he had to find Fury so they could talk.
Carver had told him they couldn’t explore anything without him getting his life in order.
Gideon eased himself down onto the couch. It was comfortable in a way that reminded him of Carver's bed. He could have laid down, could have enjoyed the promise that something so nice would bring him, but he knew getting comfortable wasn't the important part right now.
He needed to talk to Fury. Needed to get everything out in the open. Carver had said it was the thing holding him back, and though Gideon had calmed down from his earlier excitement, he knew he wanted to pursue whatever this feeling was between them. He wanted to know if what he had been forced to watch was the reality of relationships.
Could there be something positive instead? Could he trust the feelings that Carver brought out in him?
Gideon remained ramrod straight on the couch, his hands clasped together in his lap. Fury sat in the chair opposite him and crossed his legs. His hands came to rest on the arms of the chair as a smile bloomed across his face.
“I’m a bit shocked that you're here, to be honest. Carver didn't let me know anything had changed. Hearing your voice startled me.”
Gideon nodded, though he didn't speak. His throat felt dry from uttering all those words. Sure it was only a handful, but for someone who never used it, it could have been hours of speech, just the same.
Fury's brow dipped. “I imagine you need water, don't you?”
Gideon didn't have to answer before Fury was rising and moving over to one of the bookshelves. He shifted a picture frame and behind it there was a small device. He pulled it open and retrieved a bottle of water.
When he turned, Fury grinned. There must have been some type of curiosity showing on his face because Fury pointed back over his shoulder and said, "It's a mini fridge. I just keep a few things stocked in case someone needs it."
Gideon accepted the bottle from Fury and cracked it open. He was happy to know that it hadn't been tampered with like the ones at her house had been. While there were similarities between the two places he'd been held, he knew that the Angels were different. Not just in the fact that Carver was their leaderand they seemed to respect him rather than fear him, but also in the way the Angels all treated him. They gave him a wide berth, never stopping or forcing him to speak. When he had panicked and hurt himself, they came to help him rather than letting him die. There were no threats against his life or promises of retribution.