Page 82 of A Second Chance At Forever

“I don’t care, I don’t need a damn wheelchair.”

The journey to the main floor couldn’t have come soon enough. When Mason saw the doors, he was up and out of that wheelchair.

“Thank you for the ride, but I can take it from here,” he darted for the door. “I need a drink. That was the worst hospital stay I’ve ever had. Hey, call Trent, have him pick up some more security stuff and bring it by so we can finally get this taken care of,” Mason said, climbing into the backseat of the car.

“Let’s just hire someone. You’re supposed to take it easy, not electrocute yourself.” I rubbed the back of his neck, hoping to relax him.

“Here, stop at the pharmacy.” I handed Dane the prescription for Mason’s pain pills.

“I don’t need that shit.”

“Do you have to be a pain in the ass right now? Let’s just get it just in case you need it later. Okay?”

“Fine. I’m not a baby, you know.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared out the window.

“I think someone needs a nap.” I stuck out my bottom lip before turning his face toward me for a kiss.

That seemed to improve his mood and he stopped bitching for the moment.

Pulling into the driveway, I noticed a van parked in the driveway.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“While you two were bickering, I called the security company,” Dane said from the driver’s seat.

I turned to Mason and stuck out my tongue, which he tried to bite.

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