Chapter 23

Liam was asking Kieran if he was okay. Was he hurt or in trouble? Kieran could only shake his head, but couldn’t make a sound. His eyes were filled with tears and if he blinked, they would roll down his cheeks. He widened them instead, trying to swallow. Trying to keep it cool.

Liam was beginning to freak out. Kept asking for his address.

Finally, Kieran summoned the nerve to answer him. “I’m on the corner of Des Pins and Saint-Laurent Street.”

Liam was coming. There was some traffic, but he’d there in less than twenty minutes.

“Thank you.” Kieran blinked and hot tears streamed down his face.

Liam hadn’t even argued. Hadn’t sighed or complained.

He’d said, “I’m coming, Kieran.”

Trent ran his tongue over his gums, frowning a little. “So, who was that?”

“Someone who gives a shit about me.” Kieran slipped a T-shirt on. “Someone who cares.”

Trent scoffed again, but this time, it sounded phony. He was obviously surprised. “Sure.”