Beautiful Burn (The Maddox Brothers, #4)(42)

“Yes, why I’m trying to do better. I’m hoping if she ever does find out, she’ll forgive me because…” I choked. “I’m not that person anymore.”

“You’re not. I’m not sure you ever were,” Tyler said, putting his hand on mine. “Eat. You haven’t eaten all day.”

I took a bite, chewing as I cried—as it turned out, that was surprisingly difficult.

Tyler rummaged through the cabinets until he found some Keurig pods. He watched me eat, clearing his throat when he finally got the courage to ask his question.

“Did you … you know … go to the doctor? I imagine neither of you probably thought to use protection.”

I nodded, wishing I could crawl into a hole and die. “Yeah. I’ve had an IUD in one form or another since I was fifteen. I checked out.”

“Good. It could have been a lot worse. Piece of shit,” he grumbled.

“It would be easier to blame him, but it’s not just his fault.” The tears began to flow again. Tyler set a steaming mug in front of me, and then made another for himself. We sipped tea until I stopped crying, sitting together in comfortable silence. We had barely said anything since our initial conversation an hour before, but I felt better just knowing he was there.

Dark circles began to form under his red eyes, and he tapped his keys. “Ellie…”

“Stay,” I blurted out.

“Here?” Tyler said, pointing down at the island.

“Can you?”

“I mean … I guess I could. It’s my day off, anyway. Chief owes me.”

“It doesn’t have to be like last time.”

He made a face. “I know. I’m not a complete asshat.”

“So you’ll stay?” I felt so weak, so vulnerable, but that was preferable to being alone.

“Yeah. I mean, I can if you want me to. On one condition, though.”

I studied him, unsure what he was going to require.

“What if we tried another breakfast?” he asked. “Tomorrow morning.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s it?”

“That’s all.”

“I’m assuming you don’t want me to attend hungover this time?”

He chuckled, but he seemed preoccupied. “I don’t know. I kind of liked holding your hair.”

“I bet you did,” I teased. I looked over at him, not a trace of humor in my expression. “Full disclosure … I’m pretty sure this is a terrible idea.”

“Yeah,” Tyler said, looking down. “You’ve mentioned that. I know you’re trying to get your shit together, and I’m probably a risky friend to have during a transition … but, I don’t know, Ellie. I just like being around you.”

“Why? I’m mean to you.”

He grinned. “Exactly.”

I shook my head. “You’re weird.”

“You’re sort of beautiful with dirt on your face.”

I managed to use my remaining energy to breathe out a laugh. “I’m just going to say that’s a compliment and call it good, but I’m still going to take a shower.”

“I’m next,” he said.

I put my dirty plate in the sink, and then led Tyler upstairs, this time to my bedroom. He sat on the end of my bed while I undressed and turned the knob on the shower.

“I was thinking,” he called from the other room. “I’m getting pretty sick of the bar scene. There are so many other things to do here. All my friends drink, though.”

“Take it from me, that makes it difficult.”

“Maybe we should form a club.”

I stepped under the water, moaning as it washed over me. Hot showers in the middle of a national park with twenty other people were rare. Just because I didn’t complain didn’t mean I didn’t miss it. “Two people don’t make a club, Tyler.”

“Who cares?” he said, poking his head through the door. He faced the wall but spoke loud so I could hear. “We can do what we want.”

“A no drinking club? That sounds like the lamest thing ever.”

“Any club I’m in is f*cking awesome.”

“If you say so.”

“So … breakfast?” he asked, a new spark of hope in his eyes.

I sighed. “I would be really, really bad for you.”

“Nah,” he said, waving me away. “Anyway, I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”

“I don’t need you to save me. I’ve got this.”

“Any other excuses?”

My eyebrows pulled together. “You’re sort of a dick when you’re not in the woods.”

“Rinse off already. It’s my turn.”

I wrung out my hair and pulled the towel off the rack, stepping out onto the mat. From the corner of my eye, I could see Tyler pulling his shirt over his head. He pulled his belt from the loops, and the buckle clanged against the tile before his jeans hit the floor. He walked across the room and opened the shower, stepping in under the water.

“Christ, this feels good,” he said.

I smiled, pulling a brush through my wet hair. I watched his reflection in the mirror lather the soap over his skin, and felt a familiar tingling between my thighs.