It happened when I least expected it. Bentley was at the end of Maddox’s bed, texting on his phone. I was rubbing some cream into Maddox’s skin, while Aiden worked his other arm in a slow, steady circle.“He’s slid down a little, Aiden. Can you lift him a bit while I adjust his pillows?”“Yep.” He bent down, carefully sliding his arms under Maddox. I shifted and plumped the pillows, and Aiden settled him back on the bed.Maddox’s eyes were open and staring.Aiden froze, still holding him. “Mad Dog?”My breath caught. Bentley looked up, his phone forgotten. He leaned on the bed, his voice anxious. “Mad? Buddy?”Maddox blinked, his gaze flying around the room. His hand clenched, and I slid my fingers between his, squeezing it.“Maddox?” I whispered, the sound of my voice causing him to turn his head in my direction. I lifted his hand to my chest, cradling it close.He blinked again, swallowed, looked at Aiden, and spoke. His voice was low, raspy, and it sounded painful.“What the hell a
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