Page 80 of Rune
With that, he flipped the lid on the top bakery box, grabbed a powdered jelly donut, bit into it, dusting himself with sugar in the process, then made his way out.
I loaded the plate with some pastries, sweet breads, muffins, and donuts, made myself a coffee, then brought a tray with the breakfast and the icepack back to my room, nodding at Vas in the hallway as I moved past him.
If he was curious about the second mug, he said nothing. He, Ronan, and Carver had come back from Charlie’s sometime while I’d been in the room with Carmen and crashed in the prospect room. I had no idea if any of them knew what was going on yet.
“You okay?” I asked when I found Carmen sitting on the bed, still cradling her bum hand.
“That was so stupid.”
“You were startled. Hopefully this was enough of a warning for your subconscious for the next time. “Dunno how much this is gonna do without taking off the brace, but it’s worth a shot until the meds kick in.”
She took it and placed it over the top of her hand. “Did you bring me breakfast?”
“Can’t take much of the credit. Dezi brought the baked goods. Which would sound sweet if you didn’t know that Dezi spends just about every morning at some bakery or another.”
“Is he a cousin too?”
“Not the same way some of the other club guys. Dezi didn’t grow up around the club. Neither did Spike or Cain. But the younger guys you saw in the prospect room are all cousins. Well, and my little brother.”
Balancing the icepack on her bum hand, she reached for the coffee with the other.
“Another twenty minutes and you should be getting some relief from the meds. How’s the rest of you feeling?”
“Like I fell down the stairs.” She looked at me over the rim of her mug. “Be honest… how bad is it?”
“Worse than last night, but a little bit of the swelling went away.”
“Small blessings, I guess.”
“What is it?” I asked, sensing her not letting me in on something.
“My ankle hurts today,” she admitted. “Not as much as my hand, but more than anything else.”
“Did you fall on it too, or is it from kicking the wall?”
“I think it was the kicking.”
“Can I?” I asked, setting down the food next to her and my coffee on the nightstand, so I could gesture to her ankle.
She gave me a nod, and I started prodding around and gently moving her foot. “It’s a little swollen, but I don’t think it’s brokenor anything. Just everything settling in the new day. You don’t want to be running any marathons, but I think walking around the clubhouse should be okay. Though, I’m fine with you keeping your ass right here in this bed all day.”
“I still can’t believe this is real,” she admitted, shoving her mug between her legs to stabilize it so she was free to reach for a blueberry muffin.
“We’re gonna figure it out and handle it.”
“We?”
“Me and the club. Your only job is to recover.”
“I’m not good at the whole letting-someone-else-handle-my-problems thing.”
“If it makes you feel better, we still don’t know whose problem it is. Could be my problem with you caught in the crosshairs.”
“Do you really think you can figure this out? Without any faces or names to go on?”
“Wouldn’t be lucky enough for you to catch the car model?”
“No.”
