Indivisible (Steel Talons Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Evelyn Glass Page A
Authors: Evelyn Glass
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alright?”
Bridgette nodded. “Actually, flannel pajama pants are perfect. And we’ll want boxers because he’s on a catheter. Short sleeves are better. T-shirts. We can add blankets if he gets cold, but the sleeves will get in the way of the tubes and wires.”
Jim winced, thinking about all the things being pumped into the man’s body and promised himself he would never go out like that. He knew plenty of other ways to go out peacefully without having to live through the deterioration of a terminal disease.
Finally, he led Susan away from the room, taking her outside with him so he could smoke. He was desperate because he had been without one for at least two hours. He was too heavy a smoker for that. He smiled ruefully at Susan. “You know, I feel good about all this, and I’m glad I can do it. However, the one sacrifice I’m making is that I can’t smoke inside anymore.”
Susan’s expression registered as melodramatic, her devastation palpable. “I’m sorry, Jim. I didn’t even think about that.”
He rolled his eyes and cupped her chin gently, as he lowered his lips gently to hers. “It’s not a big deal. It’ll just slow me down when it’s super cold. Besides, you can’t tell me that, as a medical professional, you haven’t thought about asking me to quit.”
Caught in the act, she blushed and smiled shyly. “I have, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in your own home.”
Jim shook his head. It wasn’t going to affect his comfort at all. In fact, having people around would probably balance him out again. He’d been a much better person when Trina was here, even when she ignored him. It was nice just having another life in the house. “I’m happy there are people here,” he told her, staring out at the top of the trees and thinking about the enormous family of Native Americans who lived in the reservation on the other side. “It’s just as much your house as mine.”
“What are you talking about? I mean, I know my dad’s here, and I’ll be spending time taking care of him, but I’m not going to just up and carry all my things here and redecorate your place.” Susan scoffed. “I promise I won’t act like the lady of the house.”
“Why not?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant—though his insides were quivering at the idea. “With work and school on your plate, you’ll be here more often than you’ll be at your apartment. Your apartment is small, and it’s cozy, but you have a lot more room here. Plus, I’ll give you a closet of your own to pile your dirty clothes in when you don’t want me to see them.” She seemed humiliated that he’d noticed. “I’ve done the same thing plenty of times,” he chuckled. “Seriously, though, I wouldn’t mind having you in my bed at night, and you make this place feel a lot less lonely.”
Susan’s expression was full of disbelief, as her wide eyes searched his face for a sign. She probably thought he was joking. For all that they’d built together, Jim had a suspicion that she still saw him as a loner. Most people did. Only a select few, like Boxer, knew how codependent he could be. “You mean it, don’t you?” she asked in an awestruck voice.
“I don’t usually say things I don’t mean, and I’m not exactly spontaneous about serious situations. I would consider cohabitation rather serious, wouldn’t you? I mean, if you move in with someone, you’re making a commitment to stare at the toothpaste stuck to their bathroom sink every morning and to suffer the scent of their bad cooking or the incredibly intoxicating smell of their shower gel.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Susan laughed, long and loud. “You are utterly ridiculous!” she told him, throwing her arms around his neck, lifting up on her toes, and pressing a firm kiss to his lips. She hadn’t even considered that possibility with everything else she’d had to think about. It made sense, but she
Bridgette nodded. “Actually, flannel pajama pants are perfect. And we’ll want boxers because he’s on a catheter. Short sleeves are better. T-shirts. We can add blankets if he gets cold, but the sleeves will get in the way of the tubes and wires.”
Jim winced, thinking about all the things being pumped into the man’s body and promised himself he would never go out like that. He knew plenty of other ways to go out peacefully without having to live through the deterioration of a terminal disease.
Finally, he led Susan away from the room, taking her outside with him so he could smoke. He was desperate because he had been without one for at least two hours. He was too heavy a smoker for that. He smiled ruefully at Susan. “You know, I feel good about all this, and I’m glad I can do it. However, the one sacrifice I’m making is that I can’t smoke inside anymore.”
Susan’s expression registered as melodramatic, her devastation palpable. “I’m sorry, Jim. I didn’t even think about that.”
He rolled his eyes and cupped her chin gently, as he lowered his lips gently to hers. “It’s not a big deal. It’ll just slow me down when it’s super cold. Besides, you can’t tell me that, as a medical professional, you haven’t thought about asking me to quit.”
Caught in the act, she blushed and smiled shyly. “I have, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in your own home.”
Jim shook his head. It wasn’t going to affect his comfort at all. In fact, having people around would probably balance him out again. He’d been a much better person when Trina was here, even when she ignored him. It was nice just having another life in the house. “I’m happy there are people here,” he told her, staring out at the top of the trees and thinking about the enormous family of Native Americans who lived in the reservation on the other side. “It’s just as much your house as mine.”
“What are you talking about? I mean, I know my dad’s here, and I’ll be spending time taking care of him, but I’m not going to just up and carry all my things here and redecorate your place.” Susan scoffed. “I promise I won’t act like the lady of the house.”
“Why not?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant—though his insides were quivering at the idea. “With work and school on your plate, you’ll be here more often than you’ll be at your apartment. Your apartment is small, and it’s cozy, but you have a lot more room here. Plus, I’ll give you a closet of your own to pile your dirty clothes in when you don’t want me to see them.” She seemed humiliated that he’d noticed. “I’ve done the same thing plenty of times,” he chuckled. “Seriously, though, I wouldn’t mind having you in my bed at night, and you make this place feel a lot less lonely.”
Susan’s expression was full of disbelief, as her wide eyes searched his face for a sign. She probably thought he was joking. For all that they’d built together, Jim had a suspicion that she still saw him as a loner. Most people did. Only a select few, like Boxer, knew how codependent he could be. “You mean it, don’t you?” she asked in an awestruck voice.
“I don’t usually say things I don’t mean, and I’m not exactly spontaneous about serious situations. I would consider cohabitation rather serious, wouldn’t you? I mean, if you move in with someone, you’re making a commitment to stare at the toothpaste stuck to their bathroom sink every morning and to suffer the scent of their bad cooking or the incredibly intoxicating smell of their shower gel.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Susan laughed, long and loud. “You are utterly ridiculous!” she told him, throwing her arms around his neck, lifting up on her toes, and pressing a firm kiss to his lips. She hadn’t even considered that possibility with everything else she’d had to think about. It made sense, but she
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