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“Would you look at that?” He smirked. “He’s good for you, your Blake. Makes you smile a lot.”
Wasn’t that the truth? “He’s looking for a therapist. I was hoping that you would be able to help him, like you’ve been helping me.”
“I have a few openings.” Jamie held out his card. “Ask Blake to call me, and we’ll set something up. You know I can’t talk about you with him. What we say here is stays between us. Just like what I discuss with him.”
I smiled. “Thanks,” I mumbled. “Yeah, so you want to see some more wedding pictures?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Jamie answered.
***
Blake was still out with Dean and Killian when I arrived back at his house. Or should I call it my house now? I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t been back to my parents’ place since before the wedding. I knew I would have to tell them my plans. How I was going to live with Blake now. Move away from Canfield when I was ready. I glanced over at the house as memories hit me.
Meeting Blake for the first time.
Kissing him.
Tasting him.
Fucking him.
The way Blake screamed at me the day he found out I had tricked her into going to rehab. Told me to leave him alone. Before he left without saying goodbye.
“Hey.” Beau stepped out onto the front porch. “You okay?”
I nodded as I brushed my hand over my eyes. “Never better.” A lump had formed in my throat, and I tried to push it back down. I could feel him hovering behind me, and I waved at him to sit down. We sat in silence for a while until Beau finally broke the silence.
“I went and spoke with Dean’s parents earlier.”
“You did what?”
Beau’s baby blues had turned icy. “I wanted to see where Dean grew up. What made him the way he was. It was much worse than I imagined. There was religious shit everywhere.”
“They’re assholes,” I muttered.
He grunted. “That’s being nice.” He dragged a hand through his inky black hair. “His dad told me he didn’t care about them, and I quote, ‘because his homosexual sons were dead to him.’ I’ve never wanted to punch someone so much in my entire life.”
“He was always a charmer.” I twisted my body to face Beau. “Tell me you didn’t leave it at that.”
He shook his head. “I told them both I loved Dean. That I had plans to marry him if Dean would have me. That he was the reason I got up in the morning and the reason my life felt fulfilled for the first time in my thirty-eight years on this planet.” Beau ducked his head. “I also told them they missed Maverick’s wedding. That despite how horrible they were as human beings, Jax and Mav had gotten their happily ever after. That they were going to be grandparents. They were visibly disgusted.”
“Maybe we should go light their house on fire while Maverick is away.” I chuckled, but when Beau just narrowed his eyes, I stopped. “You didn’t, did you?”
“I thought about it. Thought about a lot of things while I sat in that driveway after their father threatened me. Told me I was going to hell.” Beau snorted. “Pretty sure their mother is sick, though.”
My brows dipped. “Why do you think that?”
“Even though I couldn’t get past the front door, I saw things. The sign on the door read no smoking, oxygen in use. The pill bottles on the kitchen counter. The gaunt look on their mother’s face. Her skin was oddly pale. Paler than it should have been.”
I was surprised I hadn’t heard anything around town, but then again, I didn’t normally socialize with people these days. “Are you going to tell Dean?”
“No, I don’t think I will. If they wanted to talk to him, they could. They know his phone number.” Beau’s lips curved into a smile. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
I felt my insides bloom with happiness. “Thank you.”
“You look happy, Tom.”
“So do you.”
