Page 90 of Dirty Secrets

“You good?”

Zavier released my hand and nodded, standing. “Yeah, we’re fine.”

Once Reid knew the guys were fine, he turned to me. “Are you okay?”

“Zavier told you—” He cut me off.

“I don’t care if he told me. I want to see for myself,” he snapped, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to my feet. “Let me look.”

“Reid—”

“Let me,” he begged, my argument dying in my throat. He looked really freaked out.

“Okay,” I replied, waving Zavier off as Reid started tugging me towards the hallway. I could handle Reid just fine without help.

Once shut in his bedroom, he motioned to me. “Strip.”

“Excuse me?” I asked slowly, not understanding what he was doing.

“Clothes off. What if a stray bullet hit you? You might be in shock and not know,” he said seriously, worrying me a little as he grabbed my shirt to pull it over my head.

“Reid, I’m okay,” I said carefully, not fighting him as he tugged at my sweats next.

“You might not be,” he said as he started running his hands over me as if his eyes weren’t seeing hidden damage. I wasn’t even sure if he was in the damn room with me, or if he was stuckelsewhere. It wasn’t like I was covered in blood or anything, but he was acting like it.

I lifted my hands to his face, forcing him to look at me. “Reid. I’m okay. Look at me.”

“They shot you,” he said, confusion replacing the panic.

“No, they didn’t,” I answered, realizing he was shaking slightly. “Hey, everyone’s safe. Did you have flashbacks or a bad dream? No one was shot.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out, his arms sliding around me to pull me in for a hug as he finally started to calm down. I let him, hugging him back and not letting go.

The door creaked open and Logan poked his head in, concern on his face. “Everything okay?”

“You sure you’re not hurt?” Reid asked him instead, releasing me to grab Logan’s shirt to lift it out of the way, inspecting his stomach and chest.

“No one was hurt,” Logan replied with a frown, not seeming to mind as Reid turned him around to inspect his back. “Bro, if you wanted to cop a feel, you could’ve just asked.”

Reid ignored him, and despite being calmer now, he was obviously still in his head a little as he reached for the button on Logan’s jeans and unzipped them.

Kicking off his pants without complaint, Logan held his arms out and slowly spun around. “See? No damage.”

“Good,” Reid mumbled under his breath, still running his eyes over Logan, who removed his shirt properly and handed it to me. As if remembering I was there, Reid turned and winced when he saw me standing there in my underwear and bra. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said with a small smile, moving to pull Logan’s shirt over my head, but Reid stopped me. “Reid?”

He was staring at me, and Logan gave me the side-eye. “Give him a second. He’s just being a perv. Not that he deserves to look after being a prick earlier.”

Reid’s eyes met mine, his voice quiet. “I’m really sorry for what I said.”

I stepped back when he tried to reach for me, shaking my head. “I know, but I’m still mad at you.”

I tried a second time to pull Logan’s shirt over my head, but Reid stopped me again. “Please, Rae.”

Logan huffed, snatching his shirt from my hands and shoving it over my head. “Let her get dressed, dude. Deal with this shit later. Go back to Riley’s and get some sleep.”

“Can I just stay here? I’m supposed to protect you guys, and I can’t do that from Ashburn Valley,” he argued, and to save a fight, I nodded.