Tucker didn’t need to think about it before he answered. He’d had fun, and it was a stark difference from what he usually did. “Sure, send me your address, and I’ll let you know when I get done with my meeting.”
“Cool,” Lucas said and reached for the door. Tucker stepped back letting him close it. Lucas waved as he drove off. Tucker stood watching until Lucas’ car was out of sight before he walked over to his car and got in, headed in the opposite direction to his hotel.
Not a bad way to spend the night and the rest of the weekend.
* * *
“Coming,”Lucas yelled as he walked toward his front door to open it.
He knew it would be Tucker since he’d received a text from him about an hour earlier.Tucker let Lucas know he was done with his meeting and needed to stop by his hotel to change. Lucas thought the timing was perfect since the steaks needed to marinate a bit longer and he wanted to put Zoi down for her nap. Lucas had no idea what had possessed him to ask Tucker over. It wasn’t like him in the slightest, but it'd felt good talking with someone thatwasn’t his brother or Zoi. He also realized that he didn’t want the night to end.
Lucas enjoyed Tucker’seasy-goingattitude, and that he was willing to listen to him babble all night about nothing in particular. He’d liked the man since the first time they’d met sevenyears earlier. They weren’t close because Tucker tended to stay away. It was great getting to know Tucker the night earlier. Lucas looked down at what he was wearing. He'd figured jeans and a T-shirt was perfect for a night home and a ball game with a friend. Opening the door with a smile on his face, he greeted Tucker who had his phone to his ear speaking his someone. He held up a finger, telling Lucas one second. Nodding, Lucas stepped aside and tilted his head to the side, indicating for Tucker to enter.
Tucker walked in, and Lucas pointed to the room on the right next to the foyer. He stepped around Tucker’s imposing figure and held out his hand. Tucker raised an eyebrow at Lucas never breaking from his conversation.
“Your jacket,” Lucas whispered.
Tucker nodded and took off his jacket then handed it to Lucas.
Holy shit!Tattoos covered both of Tucker’s arms all the way down to his wrists. Lucas wasn’t sure why that surprised him. But, in all honesty, Tucker didn’t seem the type to be covered in tattoos. In all the time he’d seen Tucker, he was always immaculately dressed with not one strand of hair out of place. The same way he looked now. Lucas’ eyes trailed up Tucker’s arms and made him wonder where else on the man’s muscular body was covered in ink.
What the fuck?Gasping at histhoughts, he shook his head and hung up Tucker’s jacket.Why should I care where or what Tucker has on his body?
Sighing, he left the other man to his conversation and went into the kitchen. He was in desperate need of a beer. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed two longnecks, resting one on the counter and opened the other.
“Sorry about that,” Tucker said walking into the kitchen.
“It’s cool.” Lucas turned around handing him the beer he’d just opened.
“Thanks.” He took a long swig of the cold liquid. “Fuck, I needed that,” he said appreciatively licking his lips. “What are we watching?”
Lucas was about to answer when he heard rustling coming from the baby monitor. He pulled out his phone and watched as Zoi stirred in her crib. He wondered if she was about to wake up, she hadn’t been sleeping for very long. When she settled back down, Lucas put his phone back in his pocket.
“How quiet do we need to be?” Tucker asked him.
“You make it sound like we’re about to do something naughty,” Lucas joked.
“Smart-ass, I just want to make sure I don’t wake her,” Tucker told him taking another swig of his beer.
“Nah, it's fine. She’s had a pretty full day,” he told Tucker walking out of the kitchen. “Come on, and I think the games are starting.”
Lucas guided Tucker to the game room, a room filled with things for both adults and kids. When he and Rebecca had bought the house, he told her that she could do whatever she wanted to all the other rooms except for one, the basement. Lucas wanted one room for himself and he turned it into his fun room.
“This is nice.” Tucker was looking around the room. “I’m impressed.”
“Thanks.” Lucas puffed out his chest proudly. He’d put a lot of work into his fun room—from the vintage Ping-Pong and Pac-Man machines, and his prized possession, the pool table, in the center of the room.
“I’m learning something new about you,” Tucker said.
“Yeah, and what are you learning?”
“That you’re a big kid at heart.”
“Guilty as charged,” Lucas chuckled. “We can play a few rounds while we listen to the game in the background?” He sounded and felt nervous.
Fuck, why the hell am I nervous, it’s just Tucker?
Tucker shrugged. “Sure, why not.”
