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heavy, like he was barely clinging to consciousness and any minute Riley would lose him. Only Riley wasn’t exactly ready to be alone again. All this time without company, and he’d always sworn he didn’t want it or need it; to have a taste left him craving more.
    “There’s stuff to do here,” he said, returning to the conversation. “I mean, we can make it our own Disney World.” God, that sounds so juvenile. “I mean, there’s stuff the staff doesn’t know about.”
    That made Hunter perk up. He opened his eyes to full width and angled his head on his pillow so that he was now looking more at Riley than the air and opportunity between them. “Yeah,” he finally said, “like what?”
    And now Riley had to decide if Hunter was someone he could trust enough with the secrets of what went down here after dark. The only other person Riley had gotten close to in this place had told him the tales of Hartfield, and Riley had sworn not to tell anyone—unless that anyone was special like Riley.
    Thinking about Andy brought back a lot of old laughs and tears. Whirlwind Andy had come through Riley’s life and taken it by storm. Roommate number one. Best friend. Would-be love had Andy been gay. Like… really gay. He’d been one of those semistraight guys who would kiss a boy every once in a while. He’d claimed he liked kissing Riley the best. And Andy had been the one to show Riley the magical place the patients weren’t allowed to go.
    “You gonna spill or what?” Hunter asked, ripping Riley out of his memories.
    “Yeah. Um… s-sorry,” Riley stuttered.
    Hunter tilted his head, stare narrowing. “Where did you go just now?”
    Everywhere and nowhere. Off to find Andy again. “I was thinking.”
    “About what?”
    “Nothing.”
    “You’re lying.” Sighing, Hunter rolled onto his back and set his gaze on the ceiling. From the side, he looked much thinner, not as intimidating. Hell, he even appeared smaller than Riley, though Riley knew that wasn’t the case at all. “I’m too tired to play the quiet game right now.” Hunter yawned again. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Riley immediately opened his mouth to spill his guts, now that he’d managed the balls to say something. His lips moved, and his brain did a damn good job of arranging words into sentences. But his vocal cords checked right the fuck out. Before he could silently coax them into getting with the program, a soft snore from the other side of the room blew his brightly formed sentences into jumbled letters. Like an eraser to a whiteboard.
    Bummed about losing his new companion to neverland, Riley swung his legs back up on the bed and rolled to his side. He kept his eyes on Hunter, though, watching the subtle movement of his lips and the rise and fall of his chest, watching the curiosity in male form sleep as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. Riley envied him that.

Chapter 5

     
     
    H UNTER WAS known best for being the life of the party, but in his own laid-back way. He’d developed an impervious wall of I-don’t-give-a-fuck. He’d done so well, drinking and staying busy, that he’d almost fooled himself into believing his own bullshit.
    He was angry, but it was always an internal roiling of self-hatred, never spilling over into the real world. So the fact he’d just tried to toss a chair at someone was so uncharacteristic he didn’t know what to do with it. The doctors had watched his tantrum with bland yet interested expressions. He’d felt like a rat being researched in a lab, and that pissed him off more.
    Intake panel. That’s what they’d called the hell he’d just suffered. A panel of doctors, dieticians, orderlies, and nurses sat before him as he squirmed in an uncomfortable, cold plastic chair. They’d asked questions that had pissed him off and told him what he was feeling—based on his sister’s words, no less. Who the fuck was she? He had barely spoken with her over the last couple of years, so how did she know what