Black Heart by R.L. Mathewson

Author:R.L. Mathewson [Mathewson, R.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: R.L. Mathewson
Published: 2013-06-20T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

"You and I need to talk," Tristan said quietly as he threw his bathroom door one last look of longing. He wanted to take Marty back into his bed and hold her, but they had to move their asses if they were going to make it to the therapy session early enough for him to explain to the therapist that it would be in his best interest to sign Tristan's paper and forget all about Hank's request.

"Ye don't have to thank me, lad," Shayne said, grinning hugely. "I was happy to help."

For a moment, Tristan could only stare at him, sure that he’d misheard. "You call that help?" he demanded in a harsh whisper.

Shayne nodded firmly, still grinning as he let out a happy little sigh. "Ye finally got the lass right where ye want her."

"And you really think you had something to do with that?" Tristan asked in a low whisper as he kept an eye on the door.

"Of course I did, lad," Shayne said, gesturing to the rumpled sheets. "Ye really didn't think that ye managed to get her in bed with yer skills, now did ye?"

When Tristan only glared, Shayne let out an exaggerated sigh as he gave Tristan a pitying look. "That really is sad, lad. Just sad," he said, shaking his head in sympathy.

"Say goodbye to your porn, you betraying bastard," he hissed, grinning hugely when Shayne's jaw dropped.

"But that entertains me!"

Tristan merely shrugged as he adjusted his tie.

"It's educational!" Shayne protested.

Tristan chuckled as he grabbed his weapon off the bureau and attached it to his belt, wincing when a muscle in his arm protested, but he ignored it. He had too much shit to do and he wasn't about to let Hank put him back on full medical.

"Consider it gone," Tristan said as he checked his hair in the mirror.

Shayne let out a heartfelt sigh. "I didn't want to have to tell ye this, lad, but ye’ve left me no choice. I'm afraid that I need to watch porn at least eight hours a day or I'll die."

"Uh huh," Tristan said absently as he attached a holster to his ankle.

"It's true, lad. I have a medical condition. I didn't tell ye, because I didn't want to worry ye, lad," Shayne said with nod as if he truly thought this bullshit was believable.

"Do you know what you left me with yesterday when you pulled your disappearing act?" Tristan asked, nervously glancing around the room when he suddenly remembered the bimbo twins.

"I already took care of the lasses, lad," Shayne said, reading his mind, not literally, of course. After all these years together it wasn't too difficult to figure out what the other one was thinking.

"Not soon enough," he said, looking at his watch. They needed to move their asses now if Marty was going to have a chance to go home and change into some clean clothes.

"Well, ye were being a bit of an ass yesterday, lad. So really, ye can't blame me for that disappearing act," Shayne explained sheepishly.

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