“That’s me,” Tack said.
“Holy shit, Ty-Ty, you were not wrong. He… is… hawt.”
I closed my eyes and dropped my head but closing my eyes didn’t mean my ears closed and therefore I heard Tack’s very deeply amused chuckle.
Fabulous.
Apparently, heartbreak and finding out your fiancé was a bad dude didn’t interfere with appreciating a fine male specimen. Good to know.
Before I recovered from my latest mortification that involved Tack, I felt his arm slide around my shoulders. My head came up when he curled me into his side and I saw that he was looking down at Lanie.
“How you doin’?” he asked gently.
“Uh…” Lanie answered, her eyes zipping back and forth between Tack and me.
“You need anything?” Tack asked.
“Uh…” Lanie answered, still doing the zipping thing.
“Ice cream?” Tack went on. “Whiskey?” he continued when Lanie shook her head. “Weed?” Luckily he stopped there.
“Uh…” Lanie repeated, her eyes settling on Tack.
“I think she’s good,” I finally answered for her.
“Yeah, uh… I think I’m good,” Lanie confirmed.
Tack pulled me closer, asking, “You done with Tyra for tonight?”
“Uh… sure,” Lanie said.
“Is that a sure, sure or is that a not so sure, sure?” Tack asked.
I looked up at him thinking he was being both very cool and very sweet. I didn’t know what to make of this coming from him.
“I think I’m cried out… for now,” Lanie told Tack.
“Right,” he said quietly. “Then I’m gonna steal her.”
“Okay,” Lanie agreed.
“You rest good,” Tack told her.
“Uh… okay,” Lanie said.
Tack didn’t speak for a beat then he said softly, “You’ll be all right.”
She blinked up at him. I did too.
Then he turned us to the door.
“Uh… ‘night,” she called to our backs.
I looked over my shoulder at her and replied, “’Night, honey. I’m right next door if you need me.”
“’Night,” Tack said, not looking back. He guided me out of the room, closed the door then he guided me to my room then he closed that door and curled me to him full frontal. I looked up at him and he asked, “How’d that go?”
“On the Drama Breakup with Your Fiancé Six Weeks Before the Wedding Because You Just Found Out He’s A Bad Dude Scale of one to ten that was a twenty-seven.”