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“I’m fine. Get back to the office.”
“Yes, sir,” he says with a sigh. He starts walking to the door that connects the garage and office as I ordered and adds, “I’m here if you need or want to talk about anything.”
“Thanks, but I don’t want to talk about or think aboutanything.”
“If you say so.”
I know I shouldn’t be yelling at the kid or even be angry at Thane. Mostly, I’m just annoyed with myself because it feels like I’m lost. Like I was on the verge of figuring myself out, and now I don’t have a fucking clue who I am.
For almost twenty-four years, I’ve been a normal, straight man who is only good at one thing – fixing shit.
Any car, truck, or motorcycle problem that comes into the garage I can easily fix.
But I can’t figure out how to fix myself, how to go back to before I met Thane. Before his hands were all over me. Before his mouth and tongue got up close and personal with mine.
Was it a fluke? Was I just attracted to him but no other men?
That doesn’t make sense.
All I know is that I haven’t thought about being with a woman since the night at the fairgrounds.
And there’s nobody I can talk to about this.
Jordan may have admitted to being bisexual, but he prefers women after doing shit with guys, or at least one guy, while I’m…stuck in park. With the parking brake on. Unable to move forward or put shit in reverse to go back to what turned me on before Thane.
* * *
That night when I get home, Bear’s door is shut. He and Lyla are not exactly being quiet. My dad’s room is empty like usual. He may still technically live in this house, but he sleeps in beds all over this town and ones nearby. He’s been that way ever since our mom left, which is why Remy took charge of taking care of me, Colt, and Bear. If not for him, we would’ve fended for ourselves every meal, and I would’ve dropped out of school.
Remy made me go every day, even though I hated it. In high school, if he found out I skipped, he would kick my ass. And when I needed help with homework, which was pretty much every night, he would sit down at the kitchen table and help without complaining.
Remy and Colt also helped me get the shop up and running while Bear was in the army. I owe everything to them.
And I’m not sure if I could ever tell them I’ve thought about being with a man. That’s all the more reason why I should stop thinking about it.
Speaking of the one who started all this shit, when I flip on the kitchen light, Thane’s sitting alone at the kitchen table, shirtless, gnawing on a chicken leg.
“Jesus!” he exclaims. He tosses the leg onto the plate in front of him, where there’s already a pile of bones. “You scared the shit out of me, man.”
Going over to the fridge, I open it to look for the leftovers Bear texted me about, all while trying to pretend I don’t feel Thane’s eyes on me. Just because he’s living here in the house doesn’t mean that I have to speak to him or look at him.
I was doing just fine ignoring him until it’s obvious there aren’t any leftovers in the fridge, and my stomach starts growling.
Closing the door, I look back at the man’s plate, focusing on it and not his tattoos or nipples.
“You ate all the chicken?” I ask him.
“Ah, I guess so. It’s been in there since lunch.”
Crossing my arms over my chest and wishing he would do the same to cover himself, I tell him, “That was gonna be my dinner.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s it? Just another apology?”
“What do you want me to do? Conjure up another chicken and cook it for you?”
“Conjure?”
