Love's Cruel Redemption (The Ghost Bird #12)(60)

“It can wait,” she said.

“I need a shower,” Nathan said. He wanted to keep with his plan, to not say much more at this point before Kota got there. But now he needed to talk to Sang and Kota together, hopefully before Erica got a chance to quiz them about tonight. “Sang, you want one?”

“Yeah,” she said. “And dry clothes.”

“Feel free to stay tonight,” Erica said. “And shower up quickly. I’ll have the food waiting for you all after you get out. Sang, if you want the one downstairs, I’ll have Jessica run up and get your clothes.”

Nathan got out of the car, holding on to the containers. “She’s here by herself? At night?” It wasn’t the first time, but usually there was someone on the street, like himself. He supposed there was Victor, but Jessica didn’t know that. Or maybe he was more paranoid now after running into Volto?

“I was on my way home,” Erica said and walked around the car to let the dog off the lead. “She told me she wanted to wait until I got home tonight. Silly girl doesn’t like sleeping without someone in the house.” Max nudged at her legs for attention and then went to the inside door that led into the house.

Sang trailed behind Erica and Nathan as they went in. Jessica sat inside on the couch, a movie playing on the screen. She paused it, looking back over her shoulder. When she spotted Sang and Nathan, she jumped up.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Caught in the rain,” Nathan said.

“Was the rain muddy?”

They were pretty dirty. Sang’s knees, stomach and elbows were covered in dirt. Nathan was mud up to his knees and over his arms. It had been hard to tell in the dark, but now it was clear how it was caked on. “Long story.” He put the food containers down on the table.

Sang kept her arms over her stomach, like she was trying to hold herself together. She avoided eye contact. “I'll go get my clothes,” she said.

Maybe she should be the one to shower upstairs this time. Nathan thought to follow her, but given the prior circumstances, he didn't want to be alone in the same room in the house. Not right now.

Even if he really needed to talk to her.

“I’m going to change clothes,” Erica said and walked past them to drop her keys and purse on the couch and headed toward the hallway. “This is a crazy week.”

Nathan waited with Jessica. She was poking at the containers, checking the contents. “Weren't you supposed to be over with Danielle?” she asked him over her shoulder.

Nathan stepped a little closer to her. “What?”

She stood up fully and tilted her head, touching a cheek with a fingertip. “Or was that tomorrow night?”

He had no idea what she was talking about, but Sang came down the steps again, with folded clothes in her hands, holding them away from her body. “I'll take the downstairs bathroom.”

Nathan nodded and went to the rear hallway. He opened Kota’s door, closed it behind himself and then took to the stairs carefully, trying to be very light on the carpet. He wasn't totally sure removing his shoes before he went up would help, given the state of most of his clothing. He should probably just toss his clothes into a trash bag.

He did throw the rugs out of Kota's bathroom to help not get dirt into them. He brushed himself off as best as he could before he started the process of removing everything from his body.

He did it absently, scraping dirt and grime off. He left the bathroom naked once he was clear of most of the dirt and mud.

He should be getting Sang’s phone and do something. Help them find North’s Jeep and the BMW. Not that they'd be able to fish out Victor's car until the morning, but he needed to let them know and also make himself available.

Mostly, he needed to go over a plan with Kota. What were they going to tell Erica about tonight? Maybe he should call him.

Kota’s closet was dark, and he flipped the switch. Above the hanging clothes were boxes of old gear. He dug through it, finding an old cell phone, and then realized it was dead.

He wasn’t sure sending an email from Kota’s computer would work. Written records were not the preferred method of communication. They shouldn’t have used the cell line for earlier with all they said, but they needed to say it all. They didn’t have a chance to do it another way.

And would it matter if he sent anything right now? Maybe he could wait until Kota was actually here. With North gone and the cars gone and Volto out there, they probably needed to handle the personal problems on their own, for now.

He went into the bathroom again, turned on the hot water, waited for it to start steaming and got into the shower.

He stood still and let the water run over his body, rinsing off some of the dirt. The contact and warmth did something to his muscles, making them ache in areas he didn’t feel before.

He’d been too tense, too in shock to notice. There were new bruises on his arms and legs, probably from crashing into the lake and escaping. He scrubbed and washed but even after that, he remained in the hot water, as if he could wash away the soreness.

He was still in the shower when there was a knock at the door. He peeked out.

Victor poked his head in through the door. “You didn’t tell me what happened with the car,” he said.

Nathan tensed and then shut the water off. “Sorry,” he said. “I’m real sorry.”