when he leaves.”
“Thank you, Jacob.” Becky watched Jacob leave before her gaze fell on Damon. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have left it this long to see you, either. I called you so many times these last twelve weeks. Well, not the last couple of weeks since I learned who you really are and saw the women you go for. Also, you changed your number.” Her eyes narrowed on him. “So, if we’re really married, is it okay if I date other people since it seems fine for you to take hot models out on dates?”
Shit. Damon knew those promo stunts would come back and bite him on the ass. “No, you cannot date anyone else. The women you saw were publicity stunts.” He wanted to hit something or someone, he was so frustrated by everything that had happened and was happening. “One minute I’m getting told I’m too wild and I have to curb my ‘bad boy ways.’ Then I’m told I’m being too good and everyone wants the bad boy back. I wish they’d fucking make up their minds.” Damon stood and paced. “I haven’t been performing at my best. I did today.” He stopped pacing and looked at her. “You were at my game.”
“Not until the game started. I was in the toilet before that, talking myself into going.”
He bet when she walked in his game picked up. “That makes sense, figures you’re my lucky charm.” He sat and took her hand in his. “You should have told me about the baby.”
“I didn’t think you wanted children. I remember you telling me you’re not father material.”
“I don’t… I mean… I want ours.” Crap, this wasn’t going right. “I’m not really father material. I’ll try, though. I want you to move in with me. I have a huge house with everything you could need.” Where had that come from? He was happy living alone. Damon didn’t even invite any of the women he dated to his house. He had an apartment he took them to.
“I can’t move in with you.”
“Why not? You’re my wife.” He’d planned to find her because he missed her and wanted her with him. She should live with him.
Becky opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “I…I…we…you.”
“Give me a chance. I’m not the one who ran. You did. I want you with me where you should be.” Damon could see she was caving, so he pushed on. “It will be a good way to get to know each other better. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” She closed her eyes and chewed on her bottom lip. “Please.”
She opened her eyes and let out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Okay. But I’m going to keep paying the rent in the house I’m staying in, just to be safe.”
Damon would agree to that for now. He would slowly gain her trust and she would get rid of the rental. “If that’s what you want, you can keep it.”
Becky nodded and closed her eyes again.
“You should rest. You can see Jacob when you wake.”
Becky didn’t respond and Damon knew she’d fallen asleep.
Getting up, he went to talk to his friends.
****
Damon found Jacob and Caleb outside in the hospital courtyard. Jacob strolled toward him with a fierce scowl on his face. “Tell me what the fuck is going on?”
Damon knew he should say something to Jacob. He should tell him all that had happened. Damon should apologize but he didn’t know where to start, so he shrugged and muttered, “I married her. I couldn’t let her get away.”
“I told you to be nice to her. Not to fucking marry her. For fuck’s sake, Damon, I told you I was into her. What the hell, Damon?” Jacob ran his fingers through his hair. “I shouldn’t have left her with you. I should have said no to the promo shit.” Jacob gave him a death stare. “I never thought my friend would move in on my girl.”
“She wasn’t your girl. You hadn’t done anything to her to let her know you were interested in her. I fell in love with her.”
He wasn’t expecting Jacob’s fist—he should have. Damon stumbled back, but not before he grabbed
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