Page 82 of Winning You
“What—oh. Fuck.” In the comfort of sleeping in Lucas’s arms, he’d all but forgotten why Lucas was spending the night. And why Fallon had taken over his bed. “That would be courtesy of Charlie.”
“No,” Fallon whispered. “I…how? How did that even happen?”
“He went to Lucas’s food truck. I’m not exactly sure what happened. Lucas didn’t want to talk about it, but?—”
“He thought we were sleeping together,” came a sleep-heavy voice.
Frankie quickly walked around the counter and pressed his knee against the couch, where Lucas was starting to sit up. “He thought you and Fallon were sleeping together?”
“He’s been stalking you,” Lucas said from behind a yawn. He rubbed at his eyelids, then twisted his back from side to side before reaching a hand out for Frankie. Their palms touched, and Frankie helped him stand. “He told me he’s been watching you, and he saw me going into your brother’s apartment a lot. He assumed you were staying there.”
“I was with Fen,” Fallon said softly.
“And I’ve been having a thing with your brother,” Lucas said. “I hope that’s okay.”
Fallon frowned. “I don’t know how it’s my business.”
Frankie almost laughed. The two autistic men having a conversation, entirely confused why either of them would give a shit about what happened in their private lives. Fenton would be the one to break the news to. And Frankie wasn’t sure he wanted Lucas there.
Coming around the counter, Fallon dropped into the recliner and leaned over his knees, staring hard at Lucas’s face. “He hit you very hard.”
“I got a couple of fractures. Which reminds me, I think I need to call someone about it? Uh…if he’s in jail, you know? Because if he was arrested for stalking you last night, they probably didn’t bring charges for my face.”
Frankie turned to his…lover? Boyfriend? He had no idea what to call him. “Does your truck have security cameras?”
Lucas’s brows flew up. “Oh my god, it does. I totally forgot. Lane set them up for me back when I bought it from him. He said if someone tried to rob me or whatever, it would help with the description.”
“I can’t believe the cops didn’t ask,” Fallon said softly.
Lucas scoffed. “They were dicks.” He turned to face Frankie. “Do you mind if I go call my dad and see what I should do?”
Frankie leaned over, touching his jaw to telegraph his intentions, and then kissed him softly. “Just walk in when you get done. You don’t need to knock.”
Lucas smiled softly, then pulled away and stood up. “Did I bring my cane?”
“I…don’t think so,” Frankie said quietly. He glanced around, but he was pretty sure Lucas had just followed on his arm. “Can I help?”
“Get me to the door so I don’t trip.”
Frankie did, then kissed him at the door one more time for good measure. “Let me know if you need me.”
Lucas smiled but said nothing as he turned, placed his hand on the wall, then made his way to his place. Frankie only shut the door when he saw Lucas turn the knob, and then he sighed and moved back into his apartment.
Fallon was still sitting in the chair, but when he looked up, there were tears on his face.
“Hey, bud,” Frankie said quickly. He started to move over toward him, but Fallon held up a hand and shook his head.
“No, I…I need a moment.” His words shook as they tumbled from his lips. “This is my fault. If I hadn’t kept going with him?—”
“What Charlie chose to do, the way he’s choosing to behave, is not your fault. He is a grown man acting like a goddamn animal, and you are not responsible for that.”
Fallon nodded and swiped his hands over his cheeks. “When can we go to the courthouse?”
Frankie bit his lip. “I’m going to call Fen and make sure he can get Elodie to school. Then let me check on Lucas. We can go right after.”
“I need a shower,” Fallon said.
“Go wild. Use whatever you want, and I can swing you by Fenton’s if you need something to change into.”
