“Your car. She said someone from work helped her get it to your house.”
“That’s nice.”
“You don’t think it’s odd that she called someone up, someone who’s not her boyfriend or family, late at night to move a car?
Lucky grinned. “You’ve seen Desiree. You’ve seen her flirt with your brother. Do I think she could call up someone and sweet-talk them into doing her bidding? Yes. I absolutely do believe it.”
Hawk’s frustration rose. “I feel like she has an agenda.”
“No doubt. She always wants to get her way.”
“And when she doesn’t?”
“She acts out. She gets angry. The therapist I saw after my family was murdered called her emotionally immature. She needs to be the center of attention and acts out when things don’t go her way.”
“Why did you talk to your therapist about her?”
“Because I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t sympathize with me and what I’d been through. She wanted me to just snap out of it and embrace my new carefree life.”
“She’s jealous of you.”
Lucky shook her head. “She thinks she’s better than me. And I really don’t care that she feels that way. My life hasn’t been that great. Most of the time, it really sucks. But I know I didn’t do anything to deserve all the bad shit that’s happened to me. I’m a good person. I treat people with kindness, even if they don’t always deserve it. And I like who I am.”
“You’re amazing.”
“I’m glad you think so, because I feel the same way about you. Now…enough about her. How was your day?”
“Better now that I’m home with you.”
Her smile widened as she tapped her hand against his arm. “Come on. Tell me. How did the meeting go?”
“Fine. We got a big new order from an Amsterdam group that owns several bars in a chain of hotels.”
“That’s fantastic.” She beamed with pride for him.
“Yeah. We’re really happy about it. I’ve got to set up the distribution schedule and figure out the best way to ship to them, but it’s going to a new market for us.”
“Well hopefully you can expand throughout that country.”
“That’s the plan.”
She yawned, pressed the back of her hand to her mouth. “Sorry. I’m not at a hundred percent yet.”
He nudged her back toward the couch. “Sit. Watch your movie. Tell me what you need and I’ll get it.”
“You.”
“What?”
“I want to cuddle with you.”
He loved that he was what she wanted when she wasn’t feeling well. “Let me change into something more comfortable and we’ll spend the rest of the day on the couch. Together.”
“Perfect.”
He waited for her to get settled and start her show, then headed down to their bedroom. Her bag was sitting inside the huge walk in closet. He pulled her clothes out and put them away in the drawers, on the shelves, and on hangers. He loved seeing her things with his.
He unlaced and kicked off his boots, pulled off his slacks and dress shirt, then pulled on a pair of old black sweatpants and a gray tee, then headed back to the living room where Lucky was lying on her left side staring at the quiet TV.
