Violinist (CENTURIES series: Book #4)

9

"There's a hunk on our couch."

Me and Dan stood in our kitchen the next morning, Dan in a different pair of sweats since I had borrowed from him to dress Tony, and me in my nightgown, after my boxer shorts and white top got ruined. Dan was chewing on some dry cereal flakes straight from the box while he looked into our living room, staring at Tony who was sleeping soundly on our sofa.

"I'm aware of that." I half-whispered back, folding my arms over my chest.

Dan stopped mid-chew and paused for a moment. "Is he single?" Of course that was his first question.

But I actually didn't have a clue. I guess it was foolish to assume homeless people couldn't find love as well, but Tony just didn't seem like the 'dating' type. "I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he's straight." Actually, I wasn't even sure about that.

"That's not what I asked."

I slowly glared up at Dan with a flat look.

He smirked back at me. "What? I can turn anything gay with this." He replied and made a motion down his body.

I rolled my eyes. Typical Dan. "What would Kyle say to you crushing on the homeless guy on our couch?"

"He would probably be jealous, but then we'd just have hot jealousy sex."

I shook my head and sighed. I then watched Tony shift on the couch, rolling over onto his side. He was still sleeping heavily, but his brows creased. The snores coming from him were steady, but his eyes were jerking behind his closed lids. Dreaming.

Or perhaps having a nightmare.

"So this is him?" Dan quietly asked.

I nodded. I hadn't told him about what had happened last night, because honestly... I wasn't quite sure what had happened myself yet.

After I put Tony to rest on the couch, I'd cleaned up all the traces of blood on the floor and scrubbed the tub completely clean, too. After that, I'd laid back in my own bed and continued to toss and turn while I tried to understand the night. Tony was a man of few words, but I was hoping I could get him to talk more today.

If not play.

"You should go take a shower, you're gonna be late to pick up Kyle at the airport," I finally whispered to Dan after a few more moments of us shamelessly staring at Tony sleeping.

"Alright," He replied and popped a final handful of cereal into his mouth before setting the box down and chewing. "But Mel? Be careful," He warned and made me look up at him. "We know nothing about him. He could be dangerous. Just because he saved you doesn't mean he's automatically a born hero."

"I know." Truthfully I did. I was just hoping I'd learn a little more about him today... or maybe just find out what happened last night. It was one of those things that would definitely haunt me for the rest of my life if I didn't find out what I had participated in. Cleaning up blood...

"Keep the pepper spray I gave you close to you, yeah?" Dan whispered, warranting me a look. "Promise me?"

"I promise to be careful, now go shower," I ordered and gave him a firm nod. Always so damn protective of me. Good guy.

Dan left for the shower with a final look at me, but then shut the bathroom door. A minute later I heard the shower turn on, and I then exhaled.