That was what hurt the most. Lucky didn’t have many friends, and she’d wormed her way into the title.
“Would you please go talk to her? Maybe she can help you figure out what’s really going on.”
Lucky wouldn’t bring up Keith’s note. Not now. “I also think someone installed a camera in our cube.” He braced for Bo to accuse him of being paranoid.
Bo polished off the last of his oatmeal and started picking at a plateful of chopped fruit. “A camera is easy enough to find and take care of. And whoever comes sniffing around to find out what happened will leave with regrets. You’re not thinking Keith did it, are you?”
“Oddly enough, no.”
“So, what are you going to do about your job?”
“I don’t know.” Lucky loaded jelly on a piece of toast.
“If he’s saying you’re burned out, make the most of it. Talk to your counselor, then take a leave of absence.”
“O’Donoghue wants to pick the counselor.”
“He’s going too far.”
“I wish Walter was back.”
“Me too. But Lucky?”
“Yeah?”
“Worst case, we’ll find a way to make things work. If he fires you, stay home with Todd and Ty. Help Charlotte move. Spend time with your folks.”
Leaving Bo the sole provider? “Our lifestyle needs two incomes.”
“Right now. We could tighten our belts. I told you a while back that I can dance a few nights a week at The Stallion.”
Oh, hell no. Lucky wasn’t going to let Bo do something he hated just to pay the bills. “I’m not sitting on my ass while you work two jobs.”
“I’m just saying, don’t worry. No matter what, we’ll make it.” Bo reached for Lucky’s hand. “We’ll be fine.”
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“No, I wish I did. But I’m here for you for the long haul, so no matter what comes our way, we’ll face it together.”
“I don’t want to drag you with me if I’m going down.”
Bo’s throat worked with the force of his swallow. “Marry me.”
“What?”
“Marry me,” Bo said more firmly. “That solves the fraternization bullshit, because other married couples work there. I’ll be able to add you to my insurance if you find yourself out of work. We’ll also get tax breaks.” He met and held Lucky’s gaze. “Remember how the nurse reacted at the hospital? There’s advantages to us being married.”
Exactly what Lucky wanted, but for the wrong reasons. “No.”
What the fuck? What he wanted wandered into his grasp and he swatted it away? Maybe O’Donoghue was on to something. Lucky had finally lost his ever-loving mind.
“No? Not too long ago you were asking me.” Bo’s voice held only curiosity, not anger.
Lucky still carried the rings in his pocket. Every damned day. “I’m saying no for the same reasons you did. I’m not going to go into marriage as a business deal. Besides, us getting married might mean O’Donoghue fires you too.” His career might be tanking, but he wouldn’t let Bo’s go down the drain on his account. Besides, one of them needed to stick around and be there when Walter returned. When, not if.
“Lucky.”
“Bo.”
