"I feel like this is a conversation you should have with your therapist," Forrest said.
Woody shook his head. "You all fucking suck."
"He really loves us," Leif nodded. "Before he met us, Woody was a seething ball of anger, ready to explode at any minute." He mimed an explosion with his hands, spreading them out above his head. He coupled that with the sound of something blowing up, only stopping when he ran out of breath.
"And now?" I asked.
Leif opened his mouth, scrunched up his brow as he thought. "Now… He's still that, but his fuse is a little longer than it used to be." He held up his fingers, barely apart.
"If you keep talking like that, it won't be." Woody said. "It's been a long time since I've had a good blow up at someone. At least—" He leaned over and tapped on the screen of Forrest's phone, waking it up and showing the time. "Five hours. In case you forgot, I killed five people.Five." He looked around at each of us as if he intended to add us to that tally. His gaze settled on me as he emphasized the last word. A reminder of our imaginary tally of deaths to make things right between us. As if I could forget.
I smiled sweetly. No way was I making it too easy on him. This was fun, in a twisted, fucked up kind of way.
"You know what you need?" Leif asked. "You need a massage. I know we could all have a spa day."
"When it's safe for us to do that, we'll have a spa day," Forrest said as he finished his chowder.
I glanced at him in surprise. "You have spa days?"
"Don't tell anyone," Leif said, "but Forrest loves a pedicure."
Forrest shrugged. "I like being treated as much as the next person."
"I keep encouraging him to have his toenails painted, but he refuses," Leif complained.
"What color are yours?" I asked, knowing they weren't painted either.
"I like mine natural, but I've had them bright red," Leif said. "It was pretty cute if you ask me."
"Of course it was," I said. If anyone was going to have bright red toenails out of the three men, it would be him. Although, I could almost imagine Woody with painted nails too.
Almost.
"We should—" I started to say when a loud alarm sounded through the entire penthouse apartment.
CHAPTER 22
SABLE
Forrest was the first on his feet, striding over to a screen on the wall. He tapped at it. Peering, his jaw clenched.
"What is it?"
Leif and Woody were right behind him, trying to see over his shoulder, while Savannah and I exchanged glances.
What the hell was it?
Forrest turned around and pointed at us.
"Both of you. In there, now." He gestured toward his bedroom.
Any other time someone would have joked about him having a dominance kink. Right now though, with the sirens continuing to wail, no one did. Yet.
I pushed myself to my feet.
"I don't want to hide…" I started to say.
Forrest's expression didn't change, nor did he lower his hand. He stood and waited, expecting us to obey.