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“I love it.” I pulled it over my head and tugged it down around my stomach. “Thank you, Tommy.”
He smiled and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re welcome, Bug.”
I had watched my best friend date guys and mess around with them, and the entire time I had wondered what it would be like. Now I finally had my chance. I intended to keep him as long as I possibly could. Forever, if he would have me.
Chapter Twelve
Blake
I stalked into the kitchen, turned around to face Tommy, and folded my arms across my chest. The last thing I wanted was to talk to him. I wouldn’t be here right now if Killian hadn’t told me we were going to drag Maverick out for some sort of big gay bachelor party. I needed to be as far away from Tommy Olson as possible right now. I couldn’t stand the thought of him being with someone else, and last night had just about pushed me over the edge.
He was mine. He would always be mine. Even if we weren’t together anymore.
“Bug, I’m so fucking sorry,” Tommy murmured as he dragged his hands through his already disheveled hair. “Shit, I just... I didn’t mean to upset you last night.”
I raised my chin. “You never mean to, but you always do. Like the week after you came back from visiting Jax, and I saw you with your ex after our show.”
“That wasn’t what you thought it was, and you know it!” Tommy exclaimed. “I told you that. He kissed me, not the other way around. Matty saw, so did Helena. I pushed him away.”
“Not fast enough.”
“Stop trying to pick a fight with me right now. That was years ago.”
I clenched my jaw, turning to stare out the bay window over the sink, and watched my bandmates. Maverick threw his head back, laughing as he leaned into Jackson, while Killian flicked his fingers into the water to spray it at Matthias, and Dean slapped his brother on the shoulder as he spoke. That was what happiness looked like. Everyone was out there having a good time, and I was still picking up the pieces of my broken heart.
“I wouldn’t have to pick a fight with you if you hadn’t hurt me in the first place.”
“Blake.” Tommy suddenly moved his huge body and blocked my line of vision. My eyes darted to the scar on his face before I quickly looked away. “Come with me.”
My brows shot up. “Come with you where? We’re supposed to be taking Maverick out for his bachelor party.”
“You honestly think that he’s going to agree to that? He’s not going to leave Jackson’s side. Look.” He moved back so I could see his brother and his fiancé, the way Jax had his arm wrapped around Maverick, how attached to one another they were. “He’s not going anywhere that doesn’t involve Jax. That includes a strip club, a party, or whatever Killian has planned. Kill won’t leave Matty either.”
I smirked. “You’re probably right about that.”
“So, I’ll say it again. Come with me.” Tommy held out his hand. “Just for like two hours. Trust me, Bug.”
I stared at his outstretched hand, wanting to ignore it. Needing to go back to my friends and push all of this nonsense behind me. But as usual, Tommy was going to win, and he knew that. He always did.
“Fine.” I laced our fingers together. “It doesn’t mean I trust you.”
“Yeah, you totally trust me.”
A smile spread over his face, and his scar to pulled his lip up farther. It might have frightened some people, but not me. Tommy wasn’t ugly or scary. There was no way he ever could be. He was so damn handsome it was ridiculous.
I grunted. “I trust you about as far as I can throw you.”
Tommy gripped my hand. “This is going to surprise you, I promise.”
***
Tommy parked his car in front of the red house with white shutters and a giant wraparound porch. He didn’t say much on the ride over, kept the radio on a classic rock station that played music that my parents listened to, and I was fine with that. It kept us from having to make small talk. He didn’t knock on the door when we got there, simply stepped inside, and then walked into the first door on the left. I was about to ask him whose house this was when I noticed the plaques hanging on the wall.
“You brought me to see your shrink?” I gasped when we stepped into a large office. I looked around, wondering what I was doing there. This was beyond anything I thought Tommy would ever take me to. He had already told me about his PTSD. What else did I need to know?
Tommy chuckled softly. “He’s not a shrink, Bug. He’s a psychotherapist.”
“Why?” I asked.
