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Spencer smirked at the man. "Only if she likes you."

I had no idea what to say to that.

"I have things to do," Malloy said before making himself scarce.

"I have things to do as well," Spencer said as he stood. "You try to get some rest. I'll check on you later."

"Wake me for lunch," I said as I settled back against my pillows.

"I'll think about it."

I chuckled. Spencer seemed to want to get the last word. I was okay with that. I knew I'd get the last word when it was important.

Chapter Twelve

~ Spencer ~

It took me a good two hours to do a complete inventory on the entire infirmary—including supplies and equipment—and make a list of what I felt needed to be there.

Once I was done, I made sure everything was put back and then went to take the list to Malloy.

He wasn't my favorite person in the world, but he wasn't the worst either. I understood he had a job to do, and he seemed to do it well. He just seemed like a walking emotionless robot.

King kind of did too when I first met him, but he had loosened up after awhile. I wasn't sure why, but I was intrigued by both the ice King and the less serious King.

One was a challenge. One was cute. Both were sexy as hell.

I spotted Malloy coming in the door with my travel bag in his hand. I was so glad to see it I danced across the entryway. Clean clothes, clothes with color, were waiting for me in that bag.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Malloy simply raised an eyebrow at me as I snagged the bag from his hand. "Your friend..."

I chuckled.

Malloy inhaled a deep breath, releasing it on a sigh before turning and stepping out of the doorway, revealing the person standing behind him.

"Brandy?"

"Spencer, darling!" Brandy, better known as Brandon Templeton, pushed past Malloy and rushed into my arms. "I was so worried about you. You just disappeared and then this brute—" Brandy threw a glare at Malloy. "He showed up at my door and demanded your stuff. As if I would give anything to someone who can't accessorize. Pelleeze!"

I hugged Brandy tight, making sure I carefully avoided her coiffed hair. "I'm so glad you are here."

Brandy was one of my favorite people, no matter if they were Brandy or Brandon. I accepted them in all their forms.

Today, she was Brandy.

"Why are you here?" I asked. Frankly, I was surprised Malloy allowed Brandy to come here at all.

"You never came back to the apartment yesterday," Brandy replied. "I was worried. I mean, you can stay out all you want. You are an adult after all. But you usually call if you aren't going to be back."

Guilt swamped me. "I am so sorry, Brandy. Things happened and I just didn't have a chance to call you."

Brandy's golden eyes darted toward Malloy and then she leaned in close to me. "Are they holding you here against your will?" she whispered.

Technically?

"Yes and no. If I really wanted to leave, I could, but King made me an offer I couldn't refuse." I almost rolled my eyes at my own words. This was not a mafia movie.