on him when you probably should have discussed it with him first. He’s a proud man and is having a really hard time with this.” I nod and swallow hard. He lays his hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “I know you’re just used to doing what you want, getting what you want. I don’t mean that unkindly.” I shake my head. “But he’s used to having nothing or used to getting what he needs with his hard work. He loves you, you know? He wants to take care of you, not the other way around.” He wipes off some of my newly falling tears from my cheek, and I swallow again.
Oh. My. God. He loves me. I have so screwed this up, royally. I just hope he won’t leave me. I would die.
“When you’re ready, I’ll help you get him to your car. He ain’t riding his bike tonight. I’ll take it home with me.”
Sniffing, I throw myself at him. He hugs me back and pats my back. I look up at him and sniff again. “Thank you, Shane. You’re a good friend. I guess I’m learning the hard way. I didn’t mean anything by it. I hope it’s not too late.”
He leans down and whispers, “It’s not. He loves you too much. You just need to slow down making any hasty decisions where Tuck is concerned. Let him be the man. His pride is hurting right now.” I nod again and am pushed gently in Tuck’s direction. As I walk I look over my shoulder and smile slightly. Shane winks at me and returns talking to the bartender. What a great friend. Not only to Tuck, but to me. Shit, that makes me cry harder.
As I get nearer to the table I can see he’s just sitting there, a hand around a beer bottle and swaying, faintly, in his seat. Shit, I caused that. I stop in front of him and watch as his eyes look up. They’re all glazed over and half open. “Wha, ya came here to buy me a fwucking beer too?” He looks down and takes a big swig of beer then slams the bottle down. “I don’t weed a hand out. I got mwoney.” He reaches in his pocket and takes out a wad of money and throws it on the table.
I try to touch his arm, but he pulls away. “May I sit down? Please?” Without looking at me, he shrugs and cocks his head to the seat across from him. I take a seat and place my hands in my lap waiting to see if he will say anything. I’m so scared I’m losing him. I’m such a stupid bitch.
Finally, after a few minutes and more drinks from his beer, he looks at me again. “What? What do you want, pwincesses? I’m just a poor man twying to make it in this life. What is if you want?” His slurring is getting worse as he drinks more, and he looks as if he’s about ready to pass out.
Right then a waitress walks over and places several waters on the table, one in front of me, and a pot of coffee with a mug. She winks and walks away. Tuck looks at the table and pushes all the waters to the side and the coffee to me. “Don’t wanna any of that shit. Will ruin my buzz,” he slurs.
I clear my throat and his eyes jump to mine. I can tell he has a hard time focusing. “I’m sorry.” He gives me a ‘Pfttt’ as he sways in his seat. “No, really! I’m very, very sorry. I had no right to do those things today. I’m… I’m not used to anyone taking care of me either, well, money wise I am but not anything else. I don’t… I don’t know how to stop.” He rolls his eyes awkwardly at me. I sniff and the tears start again. “I’m sorry, Tuck. I will take the car back in the morning. I will tell the agent I don’t want the house.” I’m crying full fledge now. “I can’t be in that car or live in that house without you. I don’t want to lose you!”
I cover my face with my hands and weep. The seat next to me dips, and I am knocked over when Tuck stumbles into me. “Oh!” I yell. Strong hands pull me up and encase me in a hug.
“No. I sowy, beauty. My stubborn pwide got me all riled up. Don’t cwy,” Tuck whispers in my hair, his finger wiping under my eyes. Sniffling I hug him harder and kiss his cheek. His face moves, his
Oh. My. God. He loves me. I have so screwed this up, royally. I just hope he won’t leave me. I would die.
“When you’re ready, I’ll help you get him to your car. He ain’t riding his bike tonight. I’ll take it home with me.”
Sniffing, I throw myself at him. He hugs me back and pats my back. I look up at him and sniff again. “Thank you, Shane. You’re a good friend. I guess I’m learning the hard way. I didn’t mean anything by it. I hope it’s not too late.”
He leans down and whispers, “It’s not. He loves you too much. You just need to slow down making any hasty decisions where Tuck is concerned. Let him be the man. His pride is hurting right now.” I nod again and am pushed gently in Tuck’s direction. As I walk I look over my shoulder and smile slightly. Shane winks at me and returns talking to the bartender. What a great friend. Not only to Tuck, but to me. Shit, that makes me cry harder.
As I get nearer to the table I can see he’s just sitting there, a hand around a beer bottle and swaying, faintly, in his seat. Shit, I caused that. I stop in front of him and watch as his eyes look up. They’re all glazed over and half open. “Wha, ya came here to buy me a fwucking beer too?” He looks down and takes a big swig of beer then slams the bottle down. “I don’t weed a hand out. I got mwoney.” He reaches in his pocket and takes out a wad of money and throws it on the table.
I try to touch his arm, but he pulls away. “May I sit down? Please?” Without looking at me, he shrugs and cocks his head to the seat across from him. I take a seat and place my hands in my lap waiting to see if he will say anything. I’m so scared I’m losing him. I’m such a stupid bitch.
Finally, after a few minutes and more drinks from his beer, he looks at me again. “What? What do you want, pwincesses? I’m just a poor man twying to make it in this life. What is if you want?” His slurring is getting worse as he drinks more, and he looks as if he’s about ready to pass out.
Right then a waitress walks over and places several waters on the table, one in front of me, and a pot of coffee with a mug. She winks and walks away. Tuck looks at the table and pushes all the waters to the side and the coffee to me. “Don’t wanna any of that shit. Will ruin my buzz,” he slurs.
I clear my throat and his eyes jump to mine. I can tell he has a hard time focusing. “I’m sorry.” He gives me a ‘Pfttt’ as he sways in his seat. “No, really! I’m very, very sorry. I had no right to do those things today. I’m… I’m not used to anyone taking care of me either, well, money wise I am but not anything else. I don’t… I don’t know how to stop.” He rolls his eyes awkwardly at me. I sniff and the tears start again. “I’m sorry, Tuck. I will take the car back in the morning. I will tell the agent I don’t want the house.” I’m crying full fledge now. “I can’t be in that car or live in that house without you. I don’t want to lose you!”
I cover my face with my hands and weep. The seat next to me dips, and I am knocked over when Tuck stumbles into me. “Oh!” I yell. Strong hands pull me up and encase me in a hug.
“No. I sowy, beauty. My stubborn pwide got me all riled up. Don’t cwy,” Tuck whispers in my hair, his finger wiping under my eyes. Sniffling I hug him harder and kiss his cheek. His face moves, his
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