“Rhys gonna be packin’ his shit up, too?”I asked when Wolfe didn’t respond.
“We’re workin’ it out.”
“Right.So that’s a yes.”
“It’s a … yeah.He’s got a lotta shit goin’ on right now.He’s tryin’ to stay focused, but that’s where I want him.”
I chuckled.“I get it.Hard to focus when he’s spendin’ all his time naked, huh?”
“Shut it.”
“Well, I gotta run,” I told him.“Gotta go get Cope.He’s prob’ly goin’ crazy right about now.”
Wolfe nodded toward the house.“And I need to get inside, see if I can help with somethin’.”
“You do that.”I stopped.“Oh, and while you’re in there, check out the water heater.Reagan said it’s actin’ up.”
“Uh … yeah.Okay.”
“Check ya later, hoss.”I offered a half-ass wave, then hopped in my truck without looking back at the house.
Half an hour later,I pulled up in front of my house.Officially it was my uncle’s place, but ever since Wolfe’s momma passed away two years ago, Calvin had moved into the apartment above the store.Said it was easier that way.Back when Tammy and I had split, I offered to move into my uncle’s house to keep an eye on it.Since I was already doing the upkeep on my grandparents’ old place, I'd figured it really was easier, not to mention I had needed to get as far from Tammy as possible.The woman was like a damn tick.
Thankfully, it seemed as though she’d moved on.At least since the day she’d stolen my truck, anyway.
It had only taken me wiping out half the money in my personal account for her to finally stop hounding me, but as far as I was concerned, it was worth it.The money didn’t mean shit if I had to spend the rest of my days dealing with the woman who’d personally planned to make my life a living hell.
“You live and learn, Cope,” I said to my dog when I climbed out of the truck, greeted by the three-year-old German shepherd.“Whatcha been up to, man?Chillin’?Lickin’ your balls?What?”
Copenhagen pushed his big head against my thigh, nudging me.
“All right, I get it.I won’t talk about your balls no more.”
The two of us traipsed up the stairs to the farmhouse and I found myself eyeing the porch.There were no rocking chairs on this front porch.Not yet, anyway.Maybe not ever if things didn’t work out the way I'd planned.
My mind drifted back to Reagan, to how fucking hot she’d been in my arms.And then her words had hit me like an uppercut, nearly knocking me sideways.The woman was out of her ever-loving mind if she thought once was going to cut it.As it was, when the time came that I got her in my bed, I might not ever let her leave.
“You hungry, boy?”I asked Copenhagen.“Come on, then.Let’s get you fed, then we’ll run over and check on the old man, see what’s up.”
After that, I would find something else to do to pass the time.It was Saturday, which meant I should’ve been planning to head over to Reagan’s for a couple of beers later in the evening.
“Not tonight,” I muttered to myself.
I couldn’t remember the last Saturday I hadn’t gone over to the bar, but after today… I figured it was time to give Reagan some of that space she’d been asking for.
If for nothing else, so I could maintain a little bit of my sanity.
Otherwise…
No.I wouldn’t even go there.
Not this time.
Patience was key to this game.I just had to remember that.
“What’s up, old man?”I called to my father when Copenhagen and I walked into the house.Although it was three in the afternoon, it was dark as hell with all the blinds closed.
“Whatcha doin’ here, kid?”Cooter called from somewhere in the house.
