Page 34 of Too Far

“The Internet says you’ll need an antibiotic. Do you have any allergies?”

I try to sit up again—the keyword beingtry.

“Woman, I swear to God,” he snaps. “Lay down and let me take care of you.”

Ugh. My heart.

And ouch. My urethra.

Curling up on my side, I close my eyes and blow out a slow breath. “No allergies. A week of antibiotics and a few days of pain meds usually does the trick. Lots of water and a heating pad will help, too.”

“Kyl’s probably got some antibiotics on hand. He keeps us well stocked. Do you want me to see what I can find, or do you want to talk to a doctor?”

I sigh. “Of course Kylian would have drugs on hand. But I should probably talk to a doctor just to make sure I get the dosage right.”

Kendrick rises to his feet, keeping his attention fixed on me. For a long moment, he hovers, one brow raised like he knows I’m tempted to sit up again or challenge him. Finally satisfied that I’ll stay down, he nods. “Good girl. Do not move from that bed. I’ll sort out an appointment, and I’ll round up a heating pad and pain meds. You need food, too. You can’t take them on an empty stomach.”

He kisses the top of my head and strides to the door as urgently as he strode in.

“Wait. K?” I call after him.

He pauses with his hand on the knob, his eyes still fixed on his phone.

“Don’t wake the others. Locke needs sleep…” I trail off with a yawn.

“I got you, Mama.” He nods and peers up at me. “Hang tight while I get what you need.”

Chapter 14

Decker

It’sofficiallyninethirtyand I haven’t seen another soul but Mrs. Lansbury.

The silence of the kitchen is eerie. For years, the house has been filled with noise. Especially when we’re all headed out the door at the same time.

Their quiet makes me anxious.

Gripping the edges of the smooth quartz, I pull in a deep breath, then another, listening for any sign that the others are approaching or even awake.

We leave at nine thirty. They all know we leave at nine thirty a.m. If there was ever a day to deviate from our routine, this isn’t it. Filming starts tomorrow. We’re supposed to be sticking together.

Sighing, I push off the counter and stalk toward the stairs.

I’m halfway up the staircase when the first murmur floats its way to me. Then another. It’s obvious by the time I hit the landing that they’re coming from Josephine’s room.

I approach with caution, bracing myself for what I may find when I open the door. I’m aware that she’s with the others. Individually. Together. I don’t know all the details, but the guys, and more often Josephine, tease me enough that I get the fucking gist.

If we’re late this morning because one or more of my boys decided he needed to get his dick wet and couldn’t wait—

“Oh.”

Everyone freezes when the door opens and I step inside.

I scan the scene before me, then pull out my phone again.

It’s Wednesday. Wednesday morning. The display on my phone confirms it. Nothing about what’s happening in this room fits with the plan.

Something has to be wrong.