I nodded, taking a bite of the pasta in front of me. “Sounds good,” I said around a mouthful. I hadn’t realized I was so hungry. “Have you heard from Kylo or Saint? I texted Kylo before but haven’t got a response yet.”

He nodded. “I spoke to Saint, and he said Kylo’s been resting a lot. I still can’t believe what happened to Kylo. Thank God he’s okay.”

My stomach twisted. “I know, same.”

“But I also can’t believe that my brother is dating a guy,” Lucas said.

“I know,” I drew out, and then winced when they both stared at me.

“You knew before the hospital?” Lucas accused.

“Um—”

“You did. When, how, why didn’t you say anything?”

Wreck raised a brow at me, and I had a feeling if I didn’t give his man my answers in seconds, to stop the hurt look on his face, I was about to be hurt myself.

“I only found out that day,” I rushed out. “I met him at a café to talk, and he told me—”

“Why wasn’t I invited?” he demanded.

Wreck’s fisted hands dropped to the table, and he scooted his chair back a little.

I near pissed myself. “Because I was depressed, and I didn’t want to dump my shit on you and your happy little bubble with Wreck.”

“Are you serious?” Lucas snapped.

Wreck stood, my eyes widened, and I looked behind me to make sure the area was clear for me to run.

“Wade,” Lucas called. Only Lucas could call Wreck by his real name, since they were practically married to one another. Lucas circled his hand around Wreck’s wrist. Well, not all the way around, since his partner was a big, scary bastard. I adored the guy deep down, though, because he treated my friend like Lucas was Bella to his Edward. “Sit down. You’re scaring him.” Wreck sat while Lucas carried on speaking. “And it’ll be me who beats him for being the worst friend in the universe.” Wreck pulled his chair in, smirking. Lucas clicked his fingers in front of me, and as soon as I looked back at him, he said, “You can talk to me at any time for anything, no matter how happy I am.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I… I don’t know what I was thinking. I should have included you, but I’m confused, and…” I glanced at Wreck and then away, down to my plate of pasta. “I’m already putting you both out enough with moving in here.” I shrugged, then cried out, “Ouch, Jesus.” I moved back to rub my shin where Lucas had kicked. “What did you do that for?”

“You’re not putting us out,” he bit out. “Like I’ve said, the house is huge. There’s enough room for the three of us.”

I nodded.