Out Of A Fix (Torus Intercession #7) Read Online Mary Calmes

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Torus Intercession Series by Mary Calmes
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 107352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
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I grinned at him. “I feel like we keep having all our grown-up conversations in here.”

“Yeah, I—no,” he said sharply, walking over to me with a towel in his hands. When I reached for it, he shook his head. “Come here.”

“I can dry my⁠—”

“Now,” he demanded, and it was stupid how fast the roll of electricity went through me as I leaned forward into his hands.

He gently dried my face, patting it, and then tipped my head so he could dry my hair.

“You’re soaked. You need to get everything off. What were you doing?”

“Moving cars, carrying Shelly out, stuff like that,” I replied, lifting my head. “All good?”

He reached out and put his fingers through my hair, raking it back from my forehead. “There you are.”

“Does it look all right?”

He smiled. “You’ve got a lot of hair, and some of it is standing up.”

“Aw, man,” I whined, walking by him, taking off my boots and leaving the mudroom in my socks. “Do you have any idea how much work it takes to reach this level of perfection every morning?”

“Well, it’s nearly two now, so it doesn’t matter anymore, though I’m betting you roll out of bed and it just falls into place with how thick it is.”

I rounded on him. “You would be correct.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he rumbled, his gaze locked with mine.

We stood there silently.

“I’m gonna go change.”

“Do it fast because I wanna talk to you.”

“Yeah,” was all I could think to say before I bolted from the room, moving quicker than I needed to.

In my room, I stripped down, throwing everything over the top of the shower door to dry, and then grabbed a pair of underwear, cargo pants, a long-sleeve T-shirt, and socks. On my way back out, I nearly plowed into Luke. He took hold of my hips to steady me.

“Sorry,” I said quickly.

He didn’t let go, instead taking a step closer and staring.

“You all right?” I asked softly.

“You weren’t sure of her,” he replied, studying me.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“And because of that, you brought Tatum to me and sent me upstairs, and then the boys. Because you were afraid she might hurt us, given the state she was in.”

“I don’t think she would have, but you’re right. I wasn’t sure.”

“So in that moment,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, “you chose to direct whatever she was feeling at you and not any of us.”

“Of course. That’s what I’m paid to do.”

He shook his head. “You’re full of shit.”

This was a surprise. “Sorry?”

“I saw it in your face. Your voice was so steady, but your eyes gave you away.”

“I don’t know what you⁠—”

“You didn’t want Shelly anywhere near Tatum or me.”

“Again, that’s the⁠—”

“No,” he insisted, and I saw him swallow and felt his hands clutch my hips. “You didn’t need to protect us. She couldn’t have hurt us, but you were thinkin’, she’s acting strange around my people. It’s why you sent the boys upstairs too. You’re attached, Nash Miller, and you’re not supposed to be.”

“No,” I granted, “that’s right. I’m not supposed to be.”

“You fell for my kids.”

“Yeah,” I confessed. “It’s easy to do.”

“Yes, it is. And though I yelled at you this morning, and then you assaulted me with not one, but two towels, I⁠—”

“Really? Assaulted?”

“Even with our shitty start, you still hugged me when I needed it and kept me from falling apart.”

“I dunno about that. You’ve done pretty well.”

He scoffed, and his hands slid up from my hips to my sides. “I have been a shit father and almost lost my kids, but I’ve come home to a completely different…everything.”

“It’s not me. It’s the kids. I promise you.”

“It’s the kids wanting the change, yes,” he husked. “But everything feels better, lighter, and how you handled Shelly… I need to know what happened there.”

“Of course. Come with me.”

He let me go, and I led him to the dining area, where I took a seat on the bench at the table so I could put on my socks.

“You don’t like the chairs,” he said, smiling.

“The chairs are… I think the seats are too short or something.”

“I agree. Always have. We’ll get new ones.”

I was going to correct him and say, you’ll get new ones, but it didn’t feel like the time. “Okay, so…” What was I supposed to say?

“Just tell me.”

“My guess is Caitlyn’s friends knew she was going to divorce you and go and live with Conti in San Francisco even before she confessed her plan to you.”

“I have no doubt they knew before me. She told Ronnie, Kara, and Shelly everything. I mean, Shelly is her oldest friend, has been since we moved to this town before Griff was born.”

“Where did you and Caitlyn meet?”

“In Seattle. I came here from Maine on a job, she was here for school. Once I met her, I decided to stay.”


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