other room,” I mutter, unable to look at him.
“Really? You’re that pissed that you can’t even sleep in the same bed as me?” he asks incredulously.
“It’s not that. I just didn’t know if you wanted me here or not.” I sigh.
“Of course I want you here, Dennis. Just because we argue doesn’t mean that I don’t love you anymore.” He sighs.
“I know that. I just thought that maybe you needed some space after what I said.” I shrug.
“No, I don’t need space. What I need is you in bed with me,” Tucker says.
“Okay,” I reply softly.
I sit on the edge of the bed and take my prosthetic off. I sigh in relief as I set it next to the bed in front of the nightstand. I pull my shirt off and toss it on the floor. As I wiggle out of my pants, I feel the bed move behind me. Tucker’s hands slide over my shoulders and down my chest as he leans down to kiss the side of my neck. I sigh and lean back against him.
“I’m sorry. I hate arguing with you,” I say quietly.
“I just wish you would consider talking to your sister,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck.
“I don’t want her to think I’m like my parents. And it’s not a small sum of money I’d be asking for.”
Tucker’s fingers flex on my pecs. “You are nothing like your parents. She knows that. And Beau is loaded, what’s a few thousand dollars to help out his brother-in-law?” he whispers against my neck before leaving a trail of hot kisses to my shoulder.
“Are you trying to seduce me into agreeing to talk to Lizette?” I smirk.
I can feel him smile against my shoulder. “Maybe.”
I shake my head. “I just can’t do it.” I sigh. “I’ll save up the money myself.”
“Want me to talk to her?” he asks. Something in his tone bothers me.
“No, I do not,” I state firmly.
Tucker sighs and drops his forehead to my shoulder. “Too late,” he says softly.
My whole body tenses at his words. I really hope I heard him wrong. I pull away from him and turn to face him. His expression is hard and unwavering. He totally went behind my back and spoke to Lizette about my leg.
“You fucking bastard! You already talked to Lizette about this?!” I shout at him.
The rage rolling through me has me clenching my hands into fists. For the first time ever, I want to punch Tucker in his face.
“It needed to be done, Dennis. You have wounds on your leg that aren’t healing because there is no relief from the rubbing. You’re lucky you haven’t gotten an infection yet,” he says calmly despite the anger I see his in eyes.
“How dare you! How dare you go behind my back and talk to my sister about this!” I yell furiously.
“Maybe if you would just think about this for a moment and realize that this is something that you need, you wouldn’t be so angry.”
“Maybe if you wouldn’t have gone behind my back, I might have thought about it! You fucking betrayed my trust, Tucker!”
I hastily pull my pants back on and put my prosthetic back on and shove to my feet. I swipe my shirt off the floor then start for the door.
“Stop being such an asshole, Dennis. Come back here and talk to me like an adult,” Tucker snaps.
“Fuck you. I’m not fucking talking to you right now,” I growl and walk out the door, slamming it closed behind me.
That dick! I can’t believe he did this to me! Now Lizette is going to be up my ass about taking the money for a new leg. Goddammit! I storm into the living room where Duke is still awake. He’s lying on the couch, propped up at one end, writing in a notebook. He looks up at me and frowns.
“Are you two arguing again ?” he asks.
“Your fucking friend went behind my back and talked to my sister about my leg!” I bark as I pull my shirt over my head. I grab my coat off the hook and shrug into it.
Duke sighs. “Man, where are you going? It’s one o’clock in the morning.”
“I’m going to drive around for a while. I can’t be in the same space with him right
“Really? You’re that pissed that you can’t even sleep in the same bed as me?” he asks incredulously.
“It’s not that. I just didn’t know if you wanted me here or not.” I sigh.
“Of course I want you here, Dennis. Just because we argue doesn’t mean that I don’t love you anymore.” He sighs.
“I know that. I just thought that maybe you needed some space after what I said.” I shrug.
“No, I don’t need space. What I need is you in bed with me,” Tucker says.
“Okay,” I reply softly.
I sit on the edge of the bed and take my prosthetic off. I sigh in relief as I set it next to the bed in front of the nightstand. I pull my shirt off and toss it on the floor. As I wiggle out of my pants, I feel the bed move behind me. Tucker’s hands slide over my shoulders and down my chest as he leans down to kiss the side of my neck. I sigh and lean back against him.
“I’m sorry. I hate arguing with you,” I say quietly.
“I just wish you would consider talking to your sister,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck.
“I don’t want her to think I’m like my parents. And it’s not a small sum of money I’d be asking for.”
Tucker’s fingers flex on my pecs. “You are nothing like your parents. She knows that. And Beau is loaded, what’s a few thousand dollars to help out his brother-in-law?” he whispers against my neck before leaving a trail of hot kisses to my shoulder.
“Are you trying to seduce me into agreeing to talk to Lizette?” I smirk.
I can feel him smile against my shoulder. “Maybe.”
I shake my head. “I just can’t do it.” I sigh. “I’ll save up the money myself.”
“Want me to talk to her?” he asks. Something in his tone bothers me.
“No, I do not,” I state firmly.
Tucker sighs and drops his forehead to my shoulder. “Too late,” he says softly.
My whole body tenses at his words. I really hope I heard him wrong. I pull away from him and turn to face him. His expression is hard and unwavering. He totally went behind my back and spoke to Lizette about my leg.
“You fucking bastard! You already talked to Lizette about this?!” I shout at him.
The rage rolling through me has me clenching my hands into fists. For the first time ever, I want to punch Tucker in his face.
“It needed to be done, Dennis. You have wounds on your leg that aren’t healing because there is no relief from the rubbing. You’re lucky you haven’t gotten an infection yet,” he says calmly despite the anger I see his in eyes.
“How dare you! How dare you go behind my back and talk to my sister about this!” I yell furiously.
“Maybe if you would just think about this for a moment and realize that this is something that you need, you wouldn’t be so angry.”
“Maybe if you wouldn’t have gone behind my back, I might have thought about it! You fucking betrayed my trust, Tucker!”
I hastily pull my pants back on and put my prosthetic back on and shove to my feet. I swipe my shirt off the floor then start for the door.
“Stop being such an asshole, Dennis. Come back here and talk to me like an adult,” Tucker snaps.
“Fuck you. I’m not fucking talking to you right now,” I growl and walk out the door, slamming it closed behind me.
That dick! I can’t believe he did this to me! Now Lizette is going to be up my ass about taking the money for a new leg. Goddammit! I storm into the living room where Duke is still awake. He’s lying on the couch, propped up at one end, writing in a notebook. He looks up at me and frowns.
“Are you two arguing again ?” he asks.
“Your fucking friend went behind my back and talked to my sister about my leg!” I bark as I pull my shirt over my head. I grab my coat off the hook and shrug into it.
Duke sighs. “Man, where are you going? It’s one o’clock in the morning.”
“I’m going to drive around for a while. I can’t be in the same space with him right
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