(Noah)
I left Reese's apartment just after eight.
She walked me to the door even though I'd told her she didn't have to. I kissed her goodbye, waited until she'd locked the door behind me, then crossed the hallway to my own apartment long enough to shower and change into clean clothes.
The bandage on my arm pulled when I reached for a fresh shirt.
It wasn't bad.
Just enough to remind me Carter had been right about taking it easy for a couple of days. I ignored the thought, grabbed my keys, and headed downstairs toward my truck.
The drive to the compound gave me too much time to think.
Not about Vega. That chapter was finished. My mind kept going back to Reese standing in her kitchen with a mug in her hands, telling me she'd chosen the whole thing. I'd spent years believing the club
