"That's okay. I'm happy hiding inside. I'm not going to be a problem child. I have no desire to end up back in jail." Dyson walked over to the bed and picked up a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. "This will do perfectly." He tore the hoodie over his head, tossing it on the floor near the wall to deal with later.
"Your legs as tatted as your arms?" Rob asked.
"Pretty much."
"Then no shorts once we leave here. Play it safe." Rob moved to the doorway. "Everything you need is in the bathroom. Come on out when you're done."
"Thanks, I appreciate everything you guys are doing for me." Dyson met the man's stare.
"No problem. Bryon assured us that you'd do it for us if we asked. Maybe someday you can return the favor if we need a hand." Rob gave him a nod before leaving the room.
Dyson shut the door and finished stripping. He eyed the bed, tempted to lie down for a moment, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to climb back out once he got in there. He was experiencing a huge adrenaline dump, and his body wanted to just crash.
Forcing himself into the bathroom, he turned the water on hot, sighing happily at the strong water pressure. He stepped in, ignoring the burn of the water against his skin. He'd been dealing with ice-cold showers for the last month, the hot water was a luxury he'd never take for granted again.
Rob had stocked the shower with men's shampoo, and everything else he needed, so Dyson took his time lathering the stench of jail off his body as he enjoyed his freedom.
His stomach growling forced him to finally climb out and get dressed. With clean clothes, clean skin, and the smell of fresh coffee, he almost felt human again. He glanced out the window before leaving the bedroom. He could get used to this place. It was a shame he couldn't stay.
"Hungry?" Rob asked as he set a hot cup of coffee on the table.
"Starving." Dyson sat down.
"Cream or sugar?" Brad pushed both toward him.
"No, black is good." He took a small sip, burning his lip. "God, how I've missed coffee." He inhaled the scent. "Thank you again for all this. I didn't expect anything this nice when I got out."
"Bryon said you deserved a couple days to relax before everything got crazy."
"No clue where he's sending me?" Dyson looked back and forth between the two men.
"I know some of Bryon's plans, but the location isn't one of them. It's not for us to talk about. Bryon will fill you in as soon as he gets here. Until then, just act like you're on vacation. Sleep late, eat too much, and just enjoy yourself. No one should come around other than me, so don't answer the door for anyone." Rob set a huge plate filled with food in front of Dyson.
"Did you cook all this?" Dyson snatched a piece of fruit off the plate.
"I did," Rob affirmed.
"You single?" Dyson grinned.
"Yep." Rob smiled, then ruined it by adding, "and very straight."
"Fuck, just my luck." Dyson laughed as he reached for his fork. "Can't blame a guy for hoping. I could love the fuck out of a man who cooked me this all the time."
Brad laughed. "That simple? Feed you and you're hooked."
"Well, the food has to be good, but yeah, good food, good sex, what more do you need?" Dyson took a huge bite of his steak. "God, this is amazing after all that shit jail food."
"I was planning spaghetti for dinner tonight, if that's okay?" Rob asked as he cut into his own steak.
"Perfect. I'm happy to help with whatever. I don't expect you guys to cater to me while I'm here." Dyson reached for his coffee.
"We both know how it can be to adapt after being in jail, even for a short time. Take it easy and relax. I'll take care of everything until Bryon gets here in a couple days. Brad will join us for a late lunch later today after he grabs a nap, but then he's off on another assignment."
"You two ever need anything, just say the word. I'm in your debt." Dyson meant every word. He wasn't taking what these two did for him lightly. They'd put their freedom on the line to help him get out of jail. Every minute they were with him, they were in danger.
"In our line of work, it's good to have friends. We may take you up on that someday." Brad pushed his plate back. "If you guys will forgive me, I want a shower and some sleep. I have a long drive ahead of me later today. I'll see you both in a few hours."
"Thanks again," Dyson called as he watched Brad walk down the hall.
