Secret (Betrothed #9) - Penelope Sky Page 0,75

time walking to the kitchen, his eyes on me instead of his brother. But when he came close to Balto, he directed his gaze to him.

I turned away because it was the first time I’d seen him get out of the bed and move freely, able to carry himself without being crippled by pain. I stared at the lasagna, slicing it into squares just so I had something to do to keep my face straight.

“Thanks for everything, especially the drugs. That shit does wonders.”

“Yeah, I’ve been there.” His brother clapped him on the back lightly. “I’m glad to see you on your feet again…even though your face still looks like an inflated balloon. I’m surprised Catalina has stuck around when you aren’t so pretty anymore.”

“That was never why she stuck around.” He waggled his eyebrows before he walked over to me. “What’s for dinner, baby?” He was right beside me, so he could easily see what I made, but he seemed to talk to me on purpose, to get my mind out of the dark place it’d fallen.

“Lasagna.”

His arm moved around my waist, and he pressed a kiss to my temple. “Smells good.” He turned to his brother. “You want to stay for dinner? There’s just enough for the three of us.”

“Just enough?” I asked incredulously.

“You forget how much grown men eat.” Heath grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the refrigerator.

“Cassini already has dinner in the oven. I just came by to drop off a few things.” Balto leaned against the counter and stared at his brother.

Heath turned around, mimicking his posture against the other counter.

Did they want to talk in private?

Balto crossed his arms over his chest. “Everything at the Underground is fine.”

“You fooled them?” He drank from his glass, only drinking water because his usual booze was off-limits.

Balto nodded.

“Wow. I’m not sure if that’s complimentary or insulting…”

“How do they not spot the difference?” I shoveled the food onto plates then added the salad. “Balto doesn’t have tattoos.”

“I only wear long sleeves,” Balto answered. “Good thing it’s cold outside.”

“I think I’ll be ready to get back in a couple weeks,” Heath said. “I just—”

“A couple weeks?” I asked incredulously. “Try a couple months.” I carried the plates to the table. “And sit down.” I pulled out the chair. “You shouldn’t be standing so much. You should only be resting.”

Heath turned back to his brother. “Bossy, huh?”

“Cassini is bossy too.”

“I guess we have the same type.” He held up his glass before he walked to the chair and lowered himself onto the cushion.

“I can handle things for as long as you need.” Balto came to his chair and placed his hand on his shoulder. “No rush.”

Heath shook his head. “I know you hate every second of it. Cassini too.”

Balto dropped his hand. “Yes. But it’s temporary. And it’s for you.” He looked at me and nodded in goodbye before he left.

I sat across from Heath at the table. It was the first time we’d sat together for a meal since he’d been hurt because he’d had all his meals in bed.

With his elbows on the table, he got right down to business, slicing into the pasta and shoveling it into his mouth. “Damn, this is good.”

I watched him eat, taking few bites because I wasn’t very hungry. Our relationship felt the way it used to, like I hadn’t done something terrible to him, and that left me on edge…because I didn’t deserve this.

He lifted his gaze and looked at me, his cheeks still bruised, his eye sockets still purple. He had a couple cuts around his mouth, cuts from my brother’s knuckles. The stubble on his jawline wasn’t thick enough to hide the damage. “What is it, baby?”

I shifted the lettuce around on the plate. “I just… I don’t know. Everything feels the same, when it should feel different.”

“Nothing has changed. Nothing changed for me, even when we were apart.” He started to eat again. “And in case you were wondering, I wasn’t with anyone during those weeks.” He looked at his food as he scooped bites into his mouth.

I’d never thought about it. “Me neither.”

He closed his eyes for a second, releasing a deep sigh that he couldn’t control. Then he continued to devour his meal.

I’d never wondered if he was with anyone or not. I was just so numb from everything that I didn’t think about him at all. But that haze had been broken when I saw him on the ground,