Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 176 Change My Ways

"This is your private elevator, and your private room key that only you and one other of your choosing will have." The guy says, handing two keys. Nate immediately gives me the extra one which surprises me just a little. I mean, he always gives me the spare but I figured since his arrhythmia has been acting up a little, he'd want to give Jonah the key. Either way, I take it.

"Evan, watch over Trish. There's no need to have a bodyguard up there if I'm the only one who has access." Nate yawns, and I inhale sharply. I wonder if Evan ever minds sharing personal space with me. He never says anything, but I don't think he ever would. We all quietly go our separate ways to our rooms to get some much-needed rest. Two bodyguards and two staff members follow Nate to his room to make sure it is to his liking, and I roll my eyes at Nate. My high-maintenance best friend. 

Like Paul, when Evan unlocks our door, he walks in and makes sure the place is safe before letting me enter. Our luggage for the week is already in the foyer, and as I glance around the room, I notice once again that there's only one bed. My eyes dart to Evan, but I get no read on him. I guess he's just used to sharing a bed with me now, too.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower before you take over?" Evan asks, fully aware that I take ages once I claim the bathroom.

"Be my guest. I'm gonna unpack and figure out what the hell I forgot." I lift my heavy suitcase to lay on the bed and open it. From the side of my eye, I see Evan pull out his gun from its concealed holster and grab his lockbox out of his duffel bag to store it. He then places the box in the nightstand drawer. He does this every night but every night I still stiffen up at the sight of it.

"You'll get used to it, sooner or later." He senses my nervousness.

"I know." I feel my cheeks flush with the realization that he noticed me.

 "Maybe once we are back home, I'll take you to the shooting range again. You were comfortable after that, right?" Evan cocks a brow and waits for me to answer before closing the bathroom door.

"Yeah, that was a lot of fun." I nod, peeling my eyes away from the nightstand, trying not to make a big deal out of it, and the bodyguard disappears into the bathroom.

While sitting at the vanity with a shitload of make-up wipes in an attempt to scrub off the night, my mind still spins on something I've forgotten to do. I decide to text Nate to make sure he has everything he needs, but get no answer. Knowing him, he's probably taking a friggen bath being the little fish he is. 

I then change into a tank top and pajama pants, crawl into bed, and text Paul. Again, no answer. I'm not surprised with that one since he is dealing with Moretti and all her shit. Evan comes out minutes later, freshly showered and smelling fucking amazing, and without hesitation now, climbs into his side of the bed.

"Did you figure out what you forgot, ma'am?" He asks, resting one arm behind his head, giving me a perfect display of his bare chest and abs. The fucker does it on purpose now, doesn't he? Just like calling me ma'am.

"Nope. Can't figure it out for the life of me.  I tried calling Nate, but he didn't answer. He's probably already asleep."

"Trish-" Evan's heavy eyes look over at me like he wants to say something, but he second-guesses himself for a second. 

"What?" I prop my head up and give him a sarcastic little look.

"Is Mr. Hollan always that tired after shows?" Scofield's concern for Nate is growing. Even he notices the shift...the sluggishness, the weariness creeping in. Nate's health is changing, and it's becoming impossible to ignore. Another thing I keep pushing to the back of my head. I flop to my back with a sigh and close my eyes.