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Brand headed off to open the tattoo shop and I walked away to get my real parts. I couldn’t even stop smiling at the whole thing. Maybe it was what I needed right now. A little break in the heavy craziness that had overtaken my life the last few weeks.
I got lost for the rest of the day in my new project, occasionally stopping to help do an oil change when shit got backed up. I didn’t mind, sometimes the break was just what I needed.
By the time five rolled around, I was just ready to get out of there. Odd as it was, I was ready to relax and eat a good home cooked meal. That was one thing I’d been spoiled on since moving into the beach house. I was a lucky fuck that got a hot cooked dinner almost every night. Sometimes I’d help out but if I was being honest, I wasn’t as great as Ingram and Chris in the kitchen. I just hoped that I showed I cared enough by cleaning up after.
Yeah, I was a pretty lucky guy at the moment.
But I couldn’t help but think about what the hell was next.
I couldn’t help but wonder when the rug was going to get pulled out from under me.
I didn’t think that I deserved all the goodness and patience that came from Chris, or the unconditional love that came from Ingram. I wanted more than anything to be the man that they saw me as. I felt like I could only ever hope to be that great. But I wasn’t ready to let them down just yet. It might take me a lifetime, but I wanted to prove that I could be good for both of them—in different ways, of course.
