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Authors: Verlene Landon
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conversation. “Like I said, lots of drinking, and since we are the same blood type, not to mention honorary family, I was hoping you’d hook me up. Let me call dibs on it.” When Dax failed to grasp the concept, Walker continued.
“I mean,” Walker indicated towards Dax’s head, “no helmet, must be you’ve decided to be a fucking organ donor sooner rather than later. Just thought I could get one.” Walker stopped with his client and made hard eye contact with Dax. “What the fuck are you thinking, man? I know you can ride without one, legally speaking, but why the fuck would you? You are one of the smartest motherfuckers I know, and that’s saying something since I’m a fucking genius, but damn you’re fuc…holy shit, you got laid. And by the looks of it, it was…”
“Don’t,” Dax growled, looking toward the client, then back to Walker. “A little decorum and professionalism would go a long way right now.” Dax wasn’t usually one to shut down touchy-feely-bro-time, but he couldn’t let Walker finish that statement. Not only did they have a client, he was speaking about Stacy like she was a piece of ass and Dax couldn’t allow that.
Walker looked properly cowed. He wasn’t one to be unprofessional as a rule, so Dax knew he would rein it in. “Sorry, man,” he directed at Dax. He then apologized to his client and continued to ink until he was done. Dax had no delusions that the conversation was over; he’d just bought himself a few minutes. And he was on the money, the door hadn’t even settled into place before Walker was on him.
“Okay, man, spill. I can tell it wasn’t just a pump and dump. And if I’m not mistaken, that can only mean one person, am I right?” Dax gave a slight nod and continued to set up his station.
“Fuck,” Walker said with an air of amazement. “Does she know how you feel? I mean, she has never struck me as the settle-down type, so you must be something in the sack if you changed her mind so quickly.” Dax wanted to wipe that smug look off Walker’s face. This kind of talk was nothing new between them, they always teased and joked, but it felt different when it concerned Stacy.
Dax turned back to his station when a hand landed on his shoulder, paused his preparations. He let out a slow, deep breath, and addressed what he assumed was on Walker’s mind. “I know it’s not ideal, especially for you, man. You gotta live with the fallout from Erika, b…”
“Whoa, man, you just landed your dream girl, the last thing you should care about is me, besides, she told me Francis handed her and Tori their asses at the barbecue about that. Erika admitted she was wrong, which is historical, by the way. So, you can stop worrying about everyone else and focus on Stacy.” Walker moved back to stage his area and continued. “So, when’s the wedding?”
Turning his attention toward his brother from another, Dax leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. He really needed to work through it with someone, and since Walker was here and a damn good friend, Dax just let it all out. “Real funny, you know that’s not going to happen, especially not anytime soon. Besides, I don’t need a piece of paper or a white dress ceremony to make her mine. She cares for me, I can feel it deep down. I might even go as far as to say she does or can love me, but she pulls back on purpose. She’s terrified of losing herself to me and I know it has something to do with the asshole ex, but I don’t know what. How can I fight when I don’t know the enemy, so to speak? I can’t combat against the unknown.”
Dax was lost in thought, trying to work it out in his head, when he felt a slight slap against his chest. Looking down, he saw a sealed manila envelope and Walker holding it against him. Throwing a shocked look at Walker earned him an eye roll.
“Seriously, dude, did you think I didn’t know about this? I figured it out two seconds after you filed it away
“I mean,” Walker indicated towards Dax’s head, “no helmet, must be you’ve decided to be a fucking organ donor sooner rather than later. Just thought I could get one.” Walker stopped with his client and made hard eye contact with Dax. “What the fuck are you thinking, man? I know you can ride without one, legally speaking, but why the fuck would you? You are one of the smartest motherfuckers I know, and that’s saying something since I’m a fucking genius, but damn you’re fuc…holy shit, you got laid. And by the looks of it, it was…”
“Don’t,” Dax growled, looking toward the client, then back to Walker. “A little decorum and professionalism would go a long way right now.” Dax wasn’t usually one to shut down touchy-feely-bro-time, but he couldn’t let Walker finish that statement. Not only did they have a client, he was speaking about Stacy like she was a piece of ass and Dax couldn’t allow that.
Walker looked properly cowed. He wasn’t one to be unprofessional as a rule, so Dax knew he would rein it in. “Sorry, man,” he directed at Dax. He then apologized to his client and continued to ink until he was done. Dax had no delusions that the conversation was over; he’d just bought himself a few minutes. And he was on the money, the door hadn’t even settled into place before Walker was on him.
“Okay, man, spill. I can tell it wasn’t just a pump and dump. And if I’m not mistaken, that can only mean one person, am I right?” Dax gave a slight nod and continued to set up his station.
“Fuck,” Walker said with an air of amazement. “Does she know how you feel? I mean, she has never struck me as the settle-down type, so you must be something in the sack if you changed her mind so quickly.” Dax wanted to wipe that smug look off Walker’s face. This kind of talk was nothing new between them, they always teased and joked, but it felt different when it concerned Stacy.
Dax turned back to his station when a hand landed on his shoulder, paused his preparations. He let out a slow, deep breath, and addressed what he assumed was on Walker’s mind. “I know it’s not ideal, especially for you, man. You gotta live with the fallout from Erika, b…”
“Whoa, man, you just landed your dream girl, the last thing you should care about is me, besides, she told me Francis handed her and Tori their asses at the barbecue about that. Erika admitted she was wrong, which is historical, by the way. So, you can stop worrying about everyone else and focus on Stacy.” Walker moved back to stage his area and continued. “So, when’s the wedding?”
Turning his attention toward his brother from another, Dax leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. He really needed to work through it with someone, and since Walker was here and a damn good friend, Dax just let it all out. “Real funny, you know that’s not going to happen, especially not anytime soon. Besides, I don’t need a piece of paper or a white dress ceremony to make her mine. She cares for me, I can feel it deep down. I might even go as far as to say she does or can love me, but she pulls back on purpose. She’s terrified of losing herself to me and I know it has something to do with the asshole ex, but I don’t know what. How can I fight when I don’t know the enemy, so to speak? I can’t combat against the unknown.”
Dax was lost in thought, trying to work it out in his head, when he felt a slight slap against his chest. Looking down, he saw a sealed manila envelope and Walker holding it against him. Throwing a shocked look at Walker earned him an eye roll.
“Seriously, dude, did you think I didn’t know about this? I figured it out two seconds after you filed it away
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