That was a fast response, so I know it’s bothering her.
- I fucking hope not. That would ruin the buzz I have from last night … LYA
- Okay … TT
- Baby, she was a fill-in for you. Like it or not, it’s the truth. I have you back now, and there is no way I’m trading down. You were made for me. No one else, just you … LYA
No response, and anxiety sets in
- Zach there? … LYA
- NO! … TT
I’m not fucking playing games, so I call her.
“Why are you calling?” she whispers.
“I don’t want you stressing because, obviously, we feed off each other’s anxiety, and I gotta tell you, baby, every fucking time, I swear it physically hurts.”
“Okay. Hey, Dad is having surgery in—.”
“Hip replacement?”
“You knew?” she gasps.
“Yeah.”
“But they didn’t tell me?”
“Tessa, they were worried about you. Must be because it’s really bugging him or they think you’re doing better.”
“I’m pissed,” she whispers and slams a door. “Lucas, they’re not prepared for that.”
“Them or you?” I ask softly, hoping that will ease the bite the question may leave her with.
“Them, jackass! He won’t be able to do the stairs.”
“Okay, maybe you should ask them what their plan is with that, Tessa. Your mom’s a nurse—I’m sure they have considered it.”
“Spill it, Links.”
“No way.” I laugh.
“Lucas, now.”
“They’re building a ranch near Brody’s place.”
“They’re selling our house?”
I don’t say a fucking thing.
“Okay, that didn’t come out how I planned it to, Lucas.”
“Okay.”
“I didn’t mean our house, as in yours and mine from a million years ago. I meant because it was on our land, meaning Ross family land.”
I chuckle. “Of course that’s what you meant.”