lines and a stainless inlay.”
“Sounds like you know what you want,” Tag said, and looked over to me.
“What?” I asked, walking over and handing the boys their beverages of choice.
“Want to see?” Harley asked, as he stood.
“Hell yeah,” Tag answered, taking my hand. “You too, come on.”
The smell of a woodshop was one of the most masculine smells in the world, that and a greasy garage, and my libido was doing the happy dance. We crunched through wood shavings spread across the floor and I stood in awe staring at the mantle Harley had mentioned. It was unusual to say the least, a channel had been carved out where the inlay would sit, and I noticed the steel piece sitting on a bench.
“What is that?” I asked, as Harley held it up.
“It’s a Celtic rope, it means Love Never Ending ,” Harley said.
“Where have I seen this?” I asked, thinking for a moment and then held up my hand. “Our wedding bands.”
My heart skipped a beat as I looked into Harley’s eyes, but he quickly looked away not saying a thing as he laid the piece back on the table and directed Tag over to something hidden under a drop cloth. He lifted it off to reveal a cradle.
“I made this for my little sister Chelsea, she’s due Christmas day,” he smiled with pride. “It will be my first nephew or niece, I can’t wait.”
That was the moment I realized I knew nothing about the man I married. I had been so wrapped up in my own world I hadn’t even bothered to ask him about his. What a selfish bastard I was.
“Congratulations,” Tag said, with a manly slap to Harley’s shoulder.
“Yeah, congrats,” I added.
“Thanks.”
“I’d say let’s have a celebratory drink but I need to get to going, another time though,” Tag said. “I have a sunrise shoot tomorrow. God knows I need my beauty sleep if I’m going to be surrounded by scantily dressed hot babes.”
“Sounds good, the celebration that is,” Harley agreed, watching closely as Tag took my hand and directed me to the stairs, it was quite obvious Harley wasn’t impressed.
“Walk me out,” Tag laughed, “so we can talk about your new man in private.”
“Tag,” I laughed and corrected him, “he’s not my man.”
I looked over my shoulder to Harley standing with his hands in his pockets, watching us.
“Whatever,” Tag snickered. “It was great meeting you Harley, I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Harley said, watching intently as we climbed the stairs out of sight.
“Okay, so I have to say it,” Tag punched my arm as we walked to his car, “he’s hot.”
I raised my brow and snickered, “Like I never noticed?”
“I can see what you’ve been talking about all these years,” Tag said, as we reached his car. “Just be careful bud, don’t fall for him too hard or you’ll end up burned.”
My eyes dropped to the ground and I pursed my lips.
“Dyson you silly fucker,” Tag scolded me, as he came at me for a hug. “You’ve already fallen for him, haven’t you?”
I nodded, it was no use lying, Tag would see straight through me.
“Tell me you’re not sleeping together,” he went on, like a mother hen.
I was the one that kicked ass, but Tag was the one who always used reason. His pearls of wisdom had saved me from heartbreak on more than one occasion. As disgusting as it was, his fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em attitude had a way of making sense when it came to having your heart ripped out and incinerated by some douchebag out for one thing. However that wasn’t Harley Cooper, no, he wouldn’t hurt me because he wasn’t going to let me get close enough to have that happen.
“We’re not sleeping together,” I told him. “And if I was, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“Yes you would,” he snorted and climbed into his car, he closed the door, rolled down the window and started the engine. “Two minutes after you got off, you’d be texting me all about it. Am I lying?”
He
“Sounds like you know what you want,” Tag said, and looked over to me.
“What?” I asked, walking over and handing the boys their beverages of choice.
“Want to see?” Harley asked, as he stood.
“Hell yeah,” Tag answered, taking my hand. “You too, come on.”
The smell of a woodshop was one of the most masculine smells in the world, that and a greasy garage, and my libido was doing the happy dance. We crunched through wood shavings spread across the floor and I stood in awe staring at the mantle Harley had mentioned. It was unusual to say the least, a channel had been carved out where the inlay would sit, and I noticed the steel piece sitting on a bench.
“What is that?” I asked, as Harley held it up.
“It’s a Celtic rope, it means Love Never Ending ,” Harley said.
“Where have I seen this?” I asked, thinking for a moment and then held up my hand. “Our wedding bands.”
My heart skipped a beat as I looked into Harley’s eyes, but he quickly looked away not saying a thing as he laid the piece back on the table and directed Tag over to something hidden under a drop cloth. He lifted it off to reveal a cradle.
“I made this for my little sister Chelsea, she’s due Christmas day,” he smiled with pride. “It will be my first nephew or niece, I can’t wait.”
That was the moment I realized I knew nothing about the man I married. I had been so wrapped up in my own world I hadn’t even bothered to ask him about his. What a selfish bastard I was.
“Congratulations,” Tag said, with a manly slap to Harley’s shoulder.
“Yeah, congrats,” I added.
“Thanks.”
“I’d say let’s have a celebratory drink but I need to get to going, another time though,” Tag said. “I have a sunrise shoot tomorrow. God knows I need my beauty sleep if I’m going to be surrounded by scantily dressed hot babes.”
“Sounds good, the celebration that is,” Harley agreed, watching closely as Tag took my hand and directed me to the stairs, it was quite obvious Harley wasn’t impressed.
“Walk me out,” Tag laughed, “so we can talk about your new man in private.”
“Tag,” I laughed and corrected him, “he’s not my man.”
I looked over my shoulder to Harley standing with his hands in his pockets, watching us.
“Whatever,” Tag snickered. “It was great meeting you Harley, I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Harley said, watching intently as we climbed the stairs out of sight.
“Okay, so I have to say it,” Tag punched my arm as we walked to his car, “he’s hot.”
I raised my brow and snickered, “Like I never noticed?”
“I can see what you’ve been talking about all these years,” Tag said, as we reached his car. “Just be careful bud, don’t fall for him too hard or you’ll end up burned.”
My eyes dropped to the ground and I pursed my lips.
“Dyson you silly fucker,” Tag scolded me, as he came at me for a hug. “You’ve already fallen for him, haven’t you?”
I nodded, it was no use lying, Tag would see straight through me.
“Tell me you’re not sleeping together,” he went on, like a mother hen.
I was the one that kicked ass, but Tag was the one who always used reason. His pearls of wisdom had saved me from heartbreak on more than one occasion. As disgusting as it was, his fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em attitude had a way of making sense when it came to having your heart ripped out and incinerated by some douchebag out for one thing. However that wasn’t Harley Cooper, no, he wouldn’t hurt me because he wasn’t going to let me get close enough to have that happen.
“We’re not sleeping together,” I told him. “And if I was, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“Yes you would,” he snorted and climbed into his car, he closed the door, rolled down the window and started the engine. “Two minutes after you got off, you’d be texting me all about it. Am I lying?”
He
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