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were taken or dead, and when we found
you, you acted as though it was no big deal. It’s like a slap in the face. I’m
sure he was overwhelmed, angry you put him through that, relieved you were
okay, and probably hurt you didn’t care enough to apologize.”
    His
hands rasp over stubbly cheeks as he scrubs his face and sighs. “What are you
suggesting I do? Go over there and kiss his ass until he decides I’m sorry
enough?” Oh, if he doesn’t shut up, I’m going to pop him in the mouth myself.
    “No.
Go tell him you screwed up and you’re sorry. That’s all.” He keeps his eyes
locked on mine, glaring at me, but I’m not going to be intimidated. “How would
you have felt if I’d disappeared for an entire day? If, when you found me, I
shrugged and claimed I’d simply forgotten?”
    “That’s
different,” he mumbles, but his eyes betray his guilt, darting away.
    “It’s
not. He cares about you every bit as much as you care about me, whether you
want to admit it or not.”
    “If
I agree to go apologize tomorrow, will you drop it?”
    “Yep.”
I smile.
    “Fine.”
    “Thank
you.”
    “Bully,”
he remarks, pursing his lips.
    “Don’t
pout.” I giggle, and he gives me a reluctant smile.
    “Now
that we have that settled, are you ready to admit you were checking out my
ass?” Laughing, he pulls me into bed.

Chapter Two
     
    Joseph
     
    “Thank
you for helping.” I kiss Troy and dodge Walker as he darts by.
    “Sorry
Dad! Eric’s gonna play Battleship with me and Carson plays the winner!” he
calls. He loves to have Carson over to visit.
    “Abby
would do it for us.” Troy grins.
    “Well,
you’re still a sweetheart.”
    “That’s
me.”
    Things
have been difficult for Troy since his rescue from a crazy homophobic cult. Airen,
Abby, and I were only held there for a few days and I still have nightmares.
Though the leader and the other members are long dead, it showed us what people
are capable of in a lawless world. I don’t know the extent of what Troy
suffered at their hands, but I can imagine, and it makes me nauseous. I know
they tortured him. His back, behind, and thighs are laced with long thin scars,
and there are spots on his feet that look like cigarette burns. He goes out of
his way to hide the scars. I rarely see him without a shirt, and as you can
imagine, this limits our sex life. He’s just so uncomfortable with himself, but
we’re working on it. It’s heartbreaking because he’s such a kind, thoughtful
person.
    “We
could keep the baby overnight sometime,” he offers.
    “If
we can pry him out of Abby’s grip. Don’t we have enough kids running through
the house at the moment?” I grin.
    “Kids
are great. Abby and Airen are lucky.”
    “Yes,
they are. I’ll talk to Abby and tell her Lane needs to spend some time with his
uncles.” I’m rewarded with a shy smile. “You have such a cute smile.” I rest my
hands on his hips and kiss his lips softly. His brown eyes settle on mine.
    “Do
you love me?” he asks in a low voice, an impassive expression on his face. We
have been together for three months without exchanging those all important
words. The truth is, I’m just not sure. I care for him. I love being with him.
He’s attractive with his light brown eyes and sandy hair that flops over his
forehead. Still, I don’t feel like I did with my late husband, or how I feel
when I’m with Airen. Regardless, I don’t want to lose him and I know he needs
me. He needs to be loved.
    “With
all my heart,” I reply, holding him close.
    “I
love you, too.”
    We
kiss, lightly at first until he parts his lips slightly, allowing my tongue
access to his mouth. The kiss deepens, our tongues engaging in a slow dance,
giving and taking. He moans into my mouth and I hold him tighter, as if he may
dart away from me at any second. His firm chest and thighs press against mine
and I can feel him getting hard. I gasp when his hand slides between us, his
fingers rubbing firmly over