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It’s like we’ve had the rug pulled out from under us and are both surprised that we like the floor beneath.
“Careful teasing me like that, Tabby. I already admitted to being desperate. Means I’m not above dragging you out of here just to get back into that pretty little pussy.” Fuck. A shiver races down my spine right as my teeth sink into my bottom lip. Suddenly I care a lot less about yoga, and a lot more about getting home.
Rhys and I are married, but I don’t know where that leaves us. Complicated. Rhys and I are complicated.
Ever since we cleared the air about where we stand, things have felt extremely relaxed between us. It makes me want to tell her more things, to talk them out, resolve them, and feel this kind of contentment and closeness on the other side of it. I’ve never felt so rewarded by being open with another person.
I know your last name is Dupris, but I’m sure proud to consider you a son. An honorary Garrison. You’ve got the heart of one.”
it’s all fast and new and we have a long way to go. I know relationships aren’t easy—I’ve watched my parents struggle through some of the hardest shit two people can face. And I don’t want to take it lightly and wander around with stars in my eyes.
“Hi!” Rosie says brightly, holding up a bottle of wine. “I brought booze! I know it’s a Monday, but, as they say, it’s Friday somewhere.” Ford rolls his eyes, but I don’t miss the way his lips twitch. “That’s not possible, Rosie. The saying is—” “Whatever. Come on, buzzkill. This will be like sports with a bit of drama. Almost literary in nature. You’ll love it.” She yanks him by the hand, winking at me as she passes, and I can’t help but laugh.
She smells like jasmine and looks like dinner.
I gratefully accept the gift and bask in a hot stone massage, cold plunge, and hot tub, followed by a facial and pedicure. After years of running myself ragged to care for everyone else, it feels both foreign and deeply satisfying to take care of myself for a few hours.
The troubled little boy in me rears his head now and then, wanting me to question everything I’ve earned. He reminds me that good things don’t usually last. But with Tabitha, it’s just a little bit easier to move past that voice.
“Believe it or not, I know a thing or two about blaming yourself for someone else’s health. And guess what? It will eat you alive and not change a thing.
Tabitha has shown me it’s okay to lean on people. That I’m not a burden. That indeed, they will come back even when it seems inconvenient. The guys from bowling even took a trip on Ford Grant’s fancy-ass private jet to visit. It was the surprise I never expected. Friends.
“I think breaking your back made you a better bowler,” West exclaims as I throw my first ever strike.
