“Sure,” Kylo said and patted his arm. “Shit, I completely forgot,” Kylo stated, looking at me. “Since both of us haven’t been comfortable working at Polished, I spoke to Death about some jobs in surveillance for his security company, and he’s looking into it for us.”

“That sounds great. I’ve been worried that if any professors or doctors found out I worked at Polished, my career would be down the drain before it even started.”

“Speaking of. You two need to scat. I love you visiting, but you both need to study, and I need some beauty sleep, or I’ll never heal and perform for Saint.”

Lucas screwed up his face and covered his ears with his hands. “That’s my cue to go. Besides, we have to get West moved in.”

“We what?” was roughly snarled from the doorway.

Lucas was up out of his seat and across the room in seconds. He wrapped his arms around Wreck and beamed up at him. “We have a new roommate. Isn’t it wonderful? West is staying with us for however long he wants while we finish our studies.”

Wreck’s jaw clenched, and his eyes lasered across the room to both Kylo and me before he looked back down at Lucas, who was still smiling. “Great,” he grumbled.

A bang on my bedroom door had me jumping and screaming. It opened, and in it stood Lucas’s man, Wreck. “Dinner.”

I glared, then stretched from leaning over a medical textbook. “You scared the crap out of me, Wreck.”

His stare reminded me of Adrik. Like a lot of things did.

“Dinner,” Wreck stated again.

“I was just going to grab something later—”

“Now,” he bit out before he turned and stomped away. He was a big, scary, but good-looking guy. It still surprised me that my best friend, who was trim, short, and bubbly, had won him over. Even managed to turn a straight guy his way. Seriously, it was something I’d only heard about in books. But Wreck was walking proof that it could happen.

I placed the textbook aside. For my own safety, I’d listen to Wreck and go and eat dinner. I’d only been living with them for a couple of days, and it felt more like home than any other place had. Even when I lived with my parents. It had a lot to do with Lucas.

“West,” the man cheered as I walked into the dining room. “We need to keep our strength up while we study. How about later we bring our books out here and do it together?”

“Do what together?” Wreck clipped, coming from the kitchen with three bottles of beer.

Lucas rolled his eyes but smiled up at his man. “Study.” He glanced back to me.