Chapter Twenty-Two-Patch

Patch grabbed a plate, loaded it with Chinese food, and found his spot on the loveseat in the corner. He stretched his legs far, staring at the scuffs of his motorcycle boots, and trying to keep his temper from rising. 

Patch figured Dillon knew about Delaney's crush, it was evident at the beginning of her stay, but he didn't realize Dillon knew about the two of them. Why hadn't he told Lucas? That was his supposed best friend? It didn't make sense, unless he wanted to black mail him in the future. 

Dillon plopped down across the room, his sketchy gaze lingered on Patch as he took a bite of his egg roll and properly sat his ankle against his knee and began to eat. 

Something about the entire situation rubbed him the wrong way, and it wasn't just the evident threat, or the duffle bag full of cash, Dillon hid something else, but Patch couldn't put his finger on it. 

Lucas sat down with his plate, and turned on some sports game, his atten