Midnight Wreckage - Winter Travers Page 0,2
apartment building but I didn’t want him in my place. “I’ll hold the door so it doesn’t hit ya where the good Lord split ya.”
“What?” Sledge laughed.
I rolled my eyes. “Please don’t tell me you’ve never heard that before.”
“I’ve heard it, sugar, but normally it’s from someone a hell of a lot older than you are.” He turned his back to me and headed into my apartment.
“The door is right here,” I called.
He waved me off over his shoulder. “I know. I just walked through it.”
Well, it sure would be nice if he walked back out of it. “I’m kind of tired. You think you can skedaddle?”
“No,” he muffled from somewhere in my apartment. “Go take a nap.”
I pushed shut the door and gingerly followed in his footsteps. “I will as soon as you leave,” I grunted. Walking wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing, so chasing Sledge around my apartment wasn’t ideal. “Where are you?” I walked through the living room thinking he would be sitting on the couch or something, but he wasn’t there.
“Bedroom,” he called.
“Bedroom?” I scoffed. “What in the hell are you doing in my bedroom?” I demanded. I turned down the hallway and he peeked his head out of my room.
“You got a twin bed?”
What the hell did it matter to him? “You wanna get out of my room?”
“I’m not sure you could call this a room. It’s more like a large closet.” He stepped out into the hallway and looked back. “I’m pretty sure I could stand in the middle of your room and touch both sides of the wall.”
He probably could. Hell, I probably could and I was a good six inches shorter than him. “I just need a place to lay my head and a couple of hooks to hang up my clothes.”
“Is this place a one-bedroom?” he asked.
I popped out my hip and rested my hand on it. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t say I would give you a tour of my apartment or anything.”
He turned his back to me again and continued down the hallway. He pointed to a closed door. “Bathroom?”
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t going to entertain this craziness by giving him a tour of my place.
He glanced back at me. “You’re gonna make me open the door?” he laughed. He pushed open the door to the bathroom and flipped on the light. “I think the bathroom might be bigger than your room,” he chuckled. “Got enough shit on the counter?”
“Can you please leave?” I growled. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but he needed to do it outside of my apartment.
He turned off the light and continued down the hallway. “In due time.”
Well, the time was due now. Whatever alpha shit Sledge was doing, I was not a fan. “That’s Gunner’s room. You don’t need to go in there.”
Again, Sledge ignored me. “I’m just looking.”
Why? What in the hell was going on? Why did he need to be looking at all? “Sledge,” I called.
He froze in his tracks and glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Can you please just stop?” My voice cracked, and a wave of exhaustion rolled over me. According to the doctor, I was supposed to be on bed rest, not arguing in my hallway with Sledge.
Sledge turned fully toward me. “Just let me look in his room and then I’ll help you to bed.”
I wanted to scream. Why? Why did he need to look? “Whatever,” I grumbled. “Do what floats your boat.” I waved him forward.
The quicker he looked in the damn room, the quicker he would leave.
He opened the door and walked into Gunner’s room. “Is this the master?” he called.
I felt like I was on a shitty episode of House Hunters or something. Did I need to explain my apartment to him? “It’s a bedroom,” I grumbled.
Sledge walked out and left the door slightly open. “How does the baby have a bigger room than you?”
Gunner’s room used to be mine, but once he moved in, I vowed to give him the best I could. The master bedroom was the best I had. It was his. “He’ll grow into it with all his toys and stuff. It made more sense to just set him up in there right away.”
Sledge eyed me closely. “I don’t think half the parents I know would do the same.”
“Then you know some shitty people.”
He tipped his head to the side. “Fact. You don’t even know the half of it.”
As exciting and riveting giving Sledge a tour might