Declan rumbled a laugh. “She could have said ‘no fucking.’”

“If we don’t get out now,” I said, reaching for my towel, “that’s coming next.”

They made up a schedule for who would wake me during the night, but also who would drop food by the house during the next few days. I was not allowed to go to work, which meant neither was Declan. Mama Ami checked over the bond. She couldn’t find anything wrong with it, but recommended taking it easy anyway.

Declan tried to call Zoey and Sid. Still no answer. With the wreck, our plan was out the window. There was no way anyone was letting me go anywhere.

“I will call Prisha Bhatt in the morning,” Mama Ami said, patting Declan’s arm. “She can contact the Portland UTC. Get someone to do a wellness check.”

“I know it’s not the same as putting eyes on them yourself,” I said. “But would that work?”

Declan nodded, putting away his phone. “I just want to know they’re okay. I don’t care how we do it.”

With everything settled, my mom and Mama Ami made their goodbyes after we promised to check in tomorrow morning. Juliet had disappeared sometime during our bath, so we said goodnight to Trick, because he had to work early in the morning. Which just left Vanessa, Bay, and Will, who were staying up to take the first shift.

“We are going to watch terrible movies and then poke you every hour to make sure you’re okay,” Will informed me.

Bay groaned. “No, for once we’re going to watch something good. No giant poorly rendered snakes, sharks in weird places, or zombie anything.”

Van, wisely, decided to stay out of the argument, instead rolling her eyes at me.

Will’s eyes went wide. “How dare you, sir. How dare you.” He threw his shoulders back and lifted his chin. “Those movies bring joy.”

“I’m not saying they don’t,” Bay argued. “I’m just saying tonight I want something with a plot that makes sense.”

Will crossed his arms, his fingers tapping on his biceps as he thought. “Fine. Strictly Ballroom it is.”

“We have watched that movie thirty-seven times,” Bay said, flopping onto the couch. He waved his hands at me. “Go to bed, Lou. This is going to take time.”

Van curled up on the couch with them and I left them all bickering as I went to bed, Declan’s hand in mine.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Declan

My sister didn’t call me back or answer my phone. Neither did Sid. The brewery wasn’t open yet, but I didn’t want to wait. I asked Mama Ami to contact Prisha Bhatt, to see if she could get the Portland UTC to check in on them.

I couldn’t sit there waiting, staring at my phone. So I spent the morning after the crash fixing things. I called my insurance, talked to a mechanic, and pampered Lou, who was sore as hell.