I moved past Cam and to the walk-in wardrobe where he kept the boxes of his father’s possessions he pretended did not exist. At the back, Saint had hidden the haul of prescription medicines he’d stolen from a private clinic when Cam had been injured.
Under the weight of Cam’s confusion, I dug them out and took the collection of boxes and pill sleeves to the bed. There were a lot and Cam’s bewilderment grew.
I gestured for him to sit.
He obeyed, flicking a glance to the open door. “Lexi, he’s in pain.”
“I know. But narcotics and opiates won’t help with the injury he has. He needs muscle relaxants. And rest.”
“How do you know?”
“About Embry in particular, or in general?”
“Both.”
I sorted through the medication spread between us, finding what I needed and the non-opiate pain killers that would give Embry some respite if he would follow my instructions. “He is young, no?”
“Embry?”
I swallowed a jagged mouthful of sarcasm. “Yes.”
“He’s twenty-five.”
“Stubborn?”
“How can you tell?”
“I cannot. I do not know him. But Mateo told me he left his prescriptions on his hospital bed and that he is angry about what happened to him—with himself, and the men who did it.”
“He wants revenge. I can’t deny it.”
“Don’t. Deny him, I mean. But make sure it is well-placed.”
“They were Sambini men working for the cartel.”
“Were they?”
Another frown creased Cam’s handsome face. “What does that mean?”
“Not now.” I pressed the medication into his hand. “After.”
Cam scowled but rose and moved to the door.
I waited for him to leave.
He didn’t. “Come with me?”
“Why?”
Cam leaned on the frame, his weariness not in his battered body, but in his heart. “Because you’re right about him. He’s my closest confidant when I need one. He’s a rock for everyone, it’s his job and it’s as much a part of him as all this—” Cam gestured around him. “—is a part of me. But he’s a fucking nightmare when it comes to his own shit. I’ve never been able to handle him, and I’m asking for your help.”
“My help?”
“More than you’ve already given me. Am I asking too much?”
“No.” As if he ever could. I joined him at the door. “I cannot think of anything I would not do for you.”
“That’s sweet.”