Whiskey and Country

Rolling my shoulders back, I explained everything. Because no way would I let things get strained between Carter and me. They had been. Years ago. And it almost killed me. Never again.

I could feel every layer of his tension, even from hundreds of miles apart.

“Carter, Nick and I are together. He’s a part of Jack’s and my life. You better get used to it. And you’re not allowed to insult him and his intelligence. Imagine how he felt at that moment. How he still feels. Nick loves us, Cart. And we do too. I called you because I thought you were entitled to know. Because Jack is yours too. But if you gimme shit, I won’t tell you a thing next time.”

I blew out a long breath, filled with hurt and anger.

After a moment, Carter spoke again. “Fine. I’m sorry, Dah. You know how I hate not being there for you two. Most of the time, it kills me. You’re the only family I have left. You can’t be mad at me for caring about you and Jack.” Emotions laced my best friend’s voice. “All I’m asking is for you two to thrive and be happy. And safe.”

I softened my tone. “I know you do. And that’s one of the many reasons I love you.” I paused. “Where are you now? In Canada already?”

Carter told someone to wait and brought his attention back to me. “Landed in Toronto fifteen minutes ago. On my way to Montreal. But change of plans. I’m boarding a flight to Tennessee. Should be there in two hours, okay?”

“Okay,” I repeated. The thought of Carter flying to be with us calmed the throbbing of my heart. “Oh, Cart, I must go. Mary just walked in. I’ll be able to leave the shop. I’ll call you with the updates. Be safe. And don’t worry, Jack is all right. They are just keeping him because that’s the protocol. Can’t wait to see you later.”

“Dah, I’ll be right there. With you guys.”

We hung up, and I gave my employee all the instructions before hurrying to be with the men I loved.

The ones my heart belonged to.

The ones waiting for me right now.