Olivia said between rapidly accelerating bites. Pleased to see her eating, Kylen stood and started the search for her clothing. Where in the world would Ruth have put them? He combed through Nate’s room, searching without success until it occurred to him that Ruth might have washed her clothes. He knew where the washer was, since everyone in the house was responsible for taking care of their own laundry. Ruth did a lot for them, but she drew the line at being the “house mother for a bunch of reaper frat boys.” Her words, not his. His personal goal had been to avoid fraternizing altogether. He had no desire to relive the glory days with Deacon or make any new memories with Ruth or Nate. He had a job to do, plain and simple, and an end-goal in mind. Once the demons were finished, he would be, too. He was counting the days. Opening the dryer door, he peered inside and recognized the jeans and green T-shirt that Olivia had worn in the alley. He gathered the bundle in his arms and piled it on top of the dryer before nudging the door shut with his knee.
