I looked away first because holding his gaze felt too close to admitting something I couldn’t afford to admit while Havoc was thirty feet away behind a closed door.
“It’s not a big deal,” I said, even though the rice was sticking to my fingers and my stomach was painfully empty and the side of my cheek still hurt from where Havoc’s ring had split it open the night before.
“Yeah,” Stitch said flatly. “That’s bullshit.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he was already standing. He crossed to his station, dug through the drawer beneath his cabinet, and came back with a protein bar in his hand. Chocolate peanut butter. My favorite, because apparently everyone in my life had secrets, and Stitch’s was that he paid attention when I wasn’t looking.
He tossed it onto the clean part of my counter.
