Page 68 of Sin for You

“Fuck.” I would have done the same thing.

“His friends took it, the drugs, before the cops arrived, so it’s his word against mine.”

I wanted to beat the fucker myself. And I wanted to shield Dane from what was going to happen, but I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do to help him.

Dane shot to his feet, eyes dark, and when he looked at me, the desolation I saw cut me to the bone. “She saw, Bull. Everly came in while I was hitting him, and I had no idea until it was over. Fuck.” He fisted his hair. “The way she looked at me…”

I closed the distance between us and pulled him against me. “We’ll get through this. I promise you. We’ll get through this together.”

He’d do time for this. And that was a lesson I would have given anything to save him from.

I fucking knew Dane was struggling. I knew it, and I hadn’t done enough to help him. He’d been a powder keg ready to explode for a while, and I’d been too focused on my own shit, on Quinn, to really see it. And now it was too late.

We were going to lose Dane all over again.

And it was my fault.

Chapter Seventeen

Quinn

Bull’s house was dark, no lights on.

He hadn’t been at work tonight, and after talking to Mase and then Cassy, I knew why, and I felt awful.

I knew Bull was nothing like Bevan or any of my exes. And going by his last text, apologizing again for not making it the other night, begging me to let him explain, I felt even worse. My brother had called me, had told me what he’d said to Bull when he was drunk and how shitty he felt. I’d jumped to conclusions again. In my defense, Bull had lied about where he was, but after talking to Mase, I knew why.

If my brother had been in the same room, I would have strangled him. And then there was Dane and everything that had happened with him.

Bull was hurting, I knew that much, and I wanted to be there for him. To let him know I wasn’t angry, that I got it.

Which was why I was currently shimmying through his bathroom window at two in the morning. He hadn’t answered his door when I knocked, and I knew from experience, limited though it was, that Bull was a heavy sleeper. I’d also tried to call, but his phone had gone straight to voice mail, so this was my only option, right?

That’s what I kept telling myself.

“Ow, shit.” My foot caught on the edge of the window and I kind of fell to the floor in a sprawl on the linoleum. When no heavy footsteps came pounding down the hall, I got up and crept through the door and down the hall to Bull’s room.

I’d been there with Mase once or twice over the years so managed to find my way even in the dark.

I walked into Bull’s room, gaze going to his bed, which was bathed in moonlight since the curtains were wide open, and it was empty.

I chewed on my lip, not letting any of those negative, untrusting thoughts filter in. He was probably with Dane and Cal. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure of it.

Well, I’d just wait here.

I toed off my shoes, pulled off my socks and jeans followed by my bra, and slid into his bed and his soft flannel sheets in my shirt and underwear. Mmm, it smelled like Logan. I was kind of exhausted after my shift, and snuggling down in Bull’s massive bed, surrounded by his scent, it wasn’t going to be easy to stay awake and wait for him to get home.

* * *

“The fuck?”

My eyes shot open just as the bedroom light came on. I threw my arm over my eyes and groaned.

“Quinn? What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for you to come home. I must’ve fallen asleep.” I peeked out from under my arm, eyes slowly adjusting to the light. Bull stood there in a red flannel shirt, a blue thermal visible at his forearms and throat, and a woolen hat on his head.

“I was at the hunting cabin with Cal and Dane. If I’d known…sorry, I should’ve said where I’d be.”