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an exasperated face at his retreating back. The kid can’t be one of their best—no wonder he was happily chewing the fat with me. That said, the dumbass would probably show me the exit if I started walking around hunting it out.
    I flop on the end of the bed and await some clothes. Where could I go if I left anyway? No home, nobody to stay with. It’s sad, but I’m completely content to remain where I am. At least there’s a bed here.
    A few minutes later, the kid returns with the blonde angel directly behind him. “Sonya here will help you find some stuff that’ll fit.”
    Her eyes roam my mostly naked state, and I grin. Nice.
    The kid turns to face her, and her gaze snaps back to reality as he addresses her. “Take him down to the common room when you’re done, okay?”
    “Sure thing, Callum.” She gives him an adoring pat on the cheek and smiles.
    He scarpers, leaving her standing in the doorway, and me perched on the edge of the bed, contemplating how soon is too soon to make a move. I mean, really, I was trying to die at the hands of her biker buddies not so long ago.
    “You’ve got to take it easy on him,” she says. “Callum is still on probation. He worked damn hard to earn that respect, but he’s still young—has a lot to learn.”
    Right. So all you have to do around here to get respect is some shit that almost gets you in the slammer, given their ‘probation’ references.
    “There’s a box of leftover stuff down in the basement. What size are you?”
    I look down at myself and shrug. Once upon a time I was a solid wall of muscle, and once upon a time I had enough dosh to shop for clothes. Now, I’m half the size I was, although still in relative good shape thanks to plenty of manual labor, and I haven’t bought clothes in years.
    Angel Sonya sighs, and places her delicate hands on her full hips. “Can you give me a starting point?”
    “I guess about an extra large?”
    “You guess?”
    “It’s been a while,” I say.
    She sighs, that I-can’t-be-fucked-with-this type, and rubs a hand over her face. “I need to have you presentable.” Her eyes roam the room as she thinks something over. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she mumbles, and leaves the room.
    While I wait, I amble over to the window and take a look outside to try and gather my bearings. The level of the sun tells me it’s mid-afternoon, but that’s about where my intuition ends. None of the buildings around here look familiar—just a bunch of semi-industrial style, concrete slab constructions. I can’t see any parkland, a freeway—nothing sizeable that might hint where we are. I may as well be in hell for all I know about the area.
    But still, I’ll happily hang around if it means seeing her again.
    “There’s a handful of T-shirts here—one should fit—and a few pairs of jeans.”
    I spin around, unaware I had company again, and watch the way her hair swings into her face as she places the items down on the bed. She doesn’t just toss them on the sheet; she literally lays them out like a mother would a child.
    “The only thing I couldn’t find was clean underwear, and given my guess is you wouldn’t want anything pre-worn by this rowdy bunch, my only offer is to wash what you have,”—she gestures to my groin—“while you go commando.”
    The woman’s telling me to get my boxers off? I have to say it’s kind of arousing. Although, not at the best of times, given that that kind of exertion would have me vomiting whatever was left in my stomach.
    Not sexy at all . . .
    “Sounds fair enough.” My thumbs hook in the waistband and ply them off my hips.
    “Whoa!” she shrieks, bringing her hand up. “Hold on, there.”
    “What’s the matter?” I ask with a smirk. “Never seen boy bits before?”
    She frowns at my teasing, and turns her back to me. “Go. Toss them over here when you’re done so I know it’s safe.” Her finger points to the floor to her left.
    I drop the gear, throw