Fifteen
“What?” Jase strode into the bedroom. “You said you didn’t have to leave till tomorrow!”
“Whether today or tomorrow, leaving’s not gonna get any easier, is it?”
Silence.
Grabbing up his prosthetic, Carey perched on the edge of his bed to don it, trying like hell to keep his fingers from trembling. His head down, his heart thundering, he heard Jase’s footsteps cross the room and pause in front of him.
“Would you stay if I asked you to?” Jase’s voice was hoarse, shaky.
“No.” Carey rolled the liners of his prosthetic up and smoothed them along his thigh, his movements sharp and jerky. “I can’t.”
“Why?” Jase asked, then exhaled, dropping to his knees in front of him. “Because of what happened earlier? You know that has nothing to do with you.”
“Doesn’t it?”
Jase blinked. “What
