Where Nerves End (Tucker Springs) by L.A. Witt

Author:L.A. Witt [Witt, L.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2014-06-21T05:00:00+00:00

I got home around ten the next morning. My shoulder hurt, but after a night like that, what didn’t hurt? That man was insatiable and definitely knew what he was doing.

By all rights, the itch should have been well scratched. I had the kind of libido that craved sex whenever I could get it if I was in a relationship, but could go significantly longer periods when I was single. In theory, I should have been set for a while after last night.

But I wasn’t.

I’d have been home earlier—I tried not to overstay my welcome with one-night stands—but I’d driven around for a while after leaving Ray’s place. Decided I needed coffee from a particular shop on the other side of Tucker Springs. Debated getting breakfast, but after driving clear down by the university to a particular restaurant, realized I wasn’t interested in eating there after all.

When the clock on the dash said the coast was clear, that the man I’d been thinking about all night in Ray’s bed had definitely left for work by now, I made my way home.

And there, in my driveway, was Michael’s car. Fuck. Seriously?

Well, I couldn’t drive around forever, and I did have a few things to get done before I went to work tonight, so I bit the bullet, parked, and went inside.

Michael looked up from rinsing out a tea mug as I dropped my keys on the counter, but he quickly turned back toward the sink.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning.” I poured myself a cup of coffee. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“It’s Thursday.” His tone was flat, bordering on terse. “No appointments on Thursdays or Saturdays, remember?”

“Oh, right.” And I knew that, didn’t I? We’d lived together long enough, I should have picked up on the pattern, but I’d been so wound up the last few days, it hadn’t crossed my mind he’d fucking be here this morning. So much for relieving some tension.

Leaning against the counter, I cradled my coffee in both hands as I tried like hell to keep the stiffness in my shoulder from showing. Having Michael treat me at home was fine and good, but I was pretty sure Ray had left a few marks. Michael might not give a fuck, but I would know, and that would be … awkward. So I moved slowly and carefully, willing myself to relax and not keep my left arm tucked against my side the way I did when it hurt.

Michael kept his attention focused on his task. Something was definitely amiss here. No one lounged the way Michael did when he was home, even when he was doing some work or on the verge of losing a game, but right now he stood ramrod straight. Jaw set, shoulders tight. His lips were pulled into a thin, taut line, and grooves between his eyebrows spoke of intense concentration.

Finally, Michael turned off the faucet and cleared his throat. “Well, I’d better, um, get to the clinic. No appointments today, but I’ve got some paperwork to catch up on.

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