When we got home, James followed us into the house, but he only repeated what he’d said at the station: Don’t say anything. That was the bottom line, and judging from the exhaustion and pain on Mason, Logan, and Nate’s faces, no one was going to argue with him.
Matteo had been sitting in the living room when we all went inside, but he waited until James left before standing up.
“Uh.” He folded his arms over his chest, his biceps and chest muscles bulging a little. Glancing around, he seemed unsure. “Do you guys need anything?” He turned to me. “Bandages? Antibiotic cream? Are you stocked with all that stuff?”
Mason’s hand came to rest on the small of my back. “I think we’re good on everything. Thanks, though, Teo.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Just let me know. If you need me to run and grab some
