“I’ll pull the chair closer.”
Lucky gave Bo’s cock a quick rub and yanked his hand back to avoid a swat.
“Behave,” Bo growled, though his eyes twinkled. He wriggled a time or two but settled in before the show started.
An unfamiliar busty blond strolled into a hospital set. “Who’s she?” Why did all soap operas seem to take place near hospitals? Get reality out of Lucky’s show!
“She’s a new actress playing Lila.”
“Another one? They need to bring the first one back. No one did mean girl like she did.” Good folks came a dime a dozen on this show, but the truly bad ones he loved to hate? Priceless. They never should have written off Dr. What’s-his-name, the only man conniving enough to stand toe to toe with Lucky’s favorite soap opera diva.
“She’s not too bad.”
Lucky cut his eyes Bo’s way. “And how would you know? Have you been cheating and watching this without me?”
If Bo tried for an innocent look, he fell short. “I couldn’t exactly bring the disk without checking first to make sure it recorded right, could I?”
“I coulda watched online if you’d let me bring my laptop.”
“No, ‘cause then you’d work. And I’m thinking you didn’t miss any episodes during my last assignment.”
“Well, what if you’d gotten a chance to call me and wanted to know what happened on the show? I couldn’t say I didn’t know, could I? Besides, placing orders for fake drugs so I can bust a few heads when I get outta here ain’t working. It’s more like… a hobby.” Lucky folded his arms across his chest… gently.
“Then no hobbies until you get better. We’ll watch TV the old-fashioned way. With a disk and a DVD player.”
Lucky growled, but he’d save his comments for later. The blond stalked up to a taller redhead, poked a finger in her chest, and screamed. Oh? Maybe this Lila wouldn’t be as dull as the last one.
“How many kids she got now? She’s had at least three since she started on the show. All with different men.”
Bo ticked off points on his fingers. “Well, it turns out the oldest two are Ross’s, which started a fight with Tom who’d assumed he was Devon’s dad. And they’re still leading us on about the father of her last one.”
“Still only three?”
“Yeah. There was a scare a few weeks ago. Turned out to be nothing.” Bo opened a pack of jelly beans, popped a few into his mouth, and passed the bag to Lucky.
“Bo?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop with the spoilers.” Oh, black jelly beans. Nice.
“Sorry.”
But at least now Lucky wouldn’t have to try to puzzle out the plot if the drugs knocked him out before the end of the episode. Not like the show wouldn’t recap a half dozen times and only give ten minutes of new content. “You know what they say about the green ones, right?” He held up a green jelly bean.
“Wrong candy.” Bo held out his hand for more.
The pain of Lucky’s incision dulled to a low ache, though he’d probably be hollering for pain meds later, if the nurse hadn’t installed a self-serve happy meds button, not to be used with Bo around, though. No telling how he’d react. Just because he never mentioned cravings didn’t mean they weren’t there.
Lying the closest to Bo he’d been in days, watching TV like they were at home, made everything all right. He placed the now-half empty jelly bean bag on his stomach and laced their fingers.
Who cared if a family who’d thrown him out of their lives gathered together a few doors down, celebrating his dad’s recovery? Who cared if he’d never join them for Christmas or other holidays again? Who cared if his niece would never know him? Probably for the best anyway.
He had all he needed in Bo, even if his eyes stung and his throat burned, picturing the Lucklighter clan. Had his mother’s light brown hair turned gray? Had Daytona ever filled out to the point where’d he’d lost the nickname, “Scarecrow?”
Bo glanced up. “You okay?”
Lucky hid a sniff. “Yeah. Getting’ sleepy, I reckon.”
