Page 11 of Home on the Road

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have said four weeks with no sex.”

While Harry’s cock reacted to the man’s sleepy words, his head slowly shook side to side as his gut settled.

“An hour ago, I would have agreed with you, but I think it’s a good idea. So, we’re going to keep to it. But the minute we’re back here in four weeks, you can expect to not see daylight until we are both well satisfied and can’t walk straight.”

Harry had to chuckle when Ziggy stared up at him like he was turning purple and growing a second head. Then the man joined him with the cutest giggle that always had Harry’s entire body clenching with need.

“All right, but don’t blame me if we both go crazy before then.”

Harry’s chuckles turned to belly laughs as he pulled Ziggy in for a hug. “If we go crazy before then, we’ll discuss cutting our celibate period short. Now go to bed and go to sleep. And don’t worry about getting up early in the morning. We have nothing to do except rest for the next day or two.”

Ziggy nodded with a long yawn before entering Brogan’s bedroom. Harry waited until the man closed the door before hemoved to his own room next door.

Closing the door, he leaned against it and questioned his sanity. He could have Ziggy in his bed at that moment, but his stupid common sense stopped him. Now he had to live with Ziggy sleeping in the next room instead of in his arms.

Pulling in a deep breath, he pushed off the door and stumbled across the room to his bed, the milk kicking in, even if it had been cold. He fell across the mattress and pulled the covers over him.

This time it only took a few minutes for sleep to claim him.

Chapter Seven

Sitting at the kitchen table, Ziggy stared at his phone as if it were a deadly scorpion. He knew he needed to turn it on, but he was scared of what was waiting for him when he did.

It had been three days since he’d turned it off, three days since he’d walked away from his job, the diner, and his stepmonster to join Harry in his truck. Three days into the twenty-eight days of celibacy.

He and Harry had spent those days cleaning the truck, inside and out, doing maintenance and getting the truck ready to go back out at the end of the week, washing clothes, and watching sports on the huge flatscreen television that covered one wall in the living room. The only thing that would make this time off perfect would be if he were sleeping in Harry’s bed after sex each night.

“Ziggy, you okay?” Harry asked as he came through the back door into the kitchen.

He wasn’t, but he did not want to tell Harry why. He needed to be doing something other than waiting in dread for his stepmonster to show up and drag him back to the hell his life had been.

“I’m okay.”

“Have you turned it on yet?”

“Not yet.”

He was being silly. Just because he turned his phone on, he could delete her texts and messages without reading or listening to them. He could block Terry’s number so she was never able to contact him again. But he doubted that would stop her.

He did want to check in with Sally Jo about how things were going, so he took a deep breath and turned his phone on. For the next two minutes, the phone vibrated and rang out withsounds of dozens of texts and phone messages being delivered.

“Shit,” Harry breathed as he poured himself another cup of coffee. “She doesn’t give up, does she?”

Ziggy looked at the screen and shook his head. “Nope, she doesn’t. She’s a crazy bitch.”

Before starting to look at the messages, he went into his contact list and blocked then deleted her phone number. Then he went into his email, where there were also dozens of messages from her, and deleted and blocked her there as well. Then he deleted all the messages and texts from her.

When he finished, only three voice messages and a half dozen texts were left, all from Sally Jo.

He read the texts first, answering the questions about where things could be found, ordering processes, and where his recipe book was. After listening to the messages, he called her, knowing she was not yet at work.

“Ziggy, are you all right?” Sally Jo answered on the first ring.

“I’m fine. Sorry I haven’t answered before, but I just turned my phone back on,” Ziggy said as he stood and began to pace back and forth across the kitchen.

“Probably a good idea,” Sally Jo said. “Have you blocked her yet?”

“Yeah. Deleted and blocked her sixty-nine voice mails and ninety-three texts without even listening or looking. My advice for you is to find a new job and move on. Let her figure it out herself.”

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