Finding You (Love Wanted in Texas 4)

“What, do guys just sit around and talk about naming their dicks? Does this make you feel powerful?” I asked as I looked back at Meagan who was still trying to recover from the name of Grayson’s dick.

“No different than women sitting around talking.”

Pinching my eyebrows together, I said, “We don’t name our vajayjay’s, Gray.”

“If I named mine, it would be Wonder Woman,” Meagan said as Grayson and I both looked at her with stunned expressions.

Swallowing hard, Grayson asked, “Why?”

Meagan stood up and said, “Because she wonders why she can’t find a dick who knows what in the hell it’s doing.”

Grayson stood up and took a few steps closer to Meagan, causing her to take a step back and hit the counter.

“Seems like she hasn’t met the right dick for the job.”

Smiling, I waited with bated breath for Meagan’s reply. “Oh trust me, stripper boy. She’s met plenty of dicks. Lots of dicks, to be exact. For now she’s sticking with cucumbers.”

Grayson stared at Meagan with a look of disbelief as I let out a chuckle. “I’m going to check on Noah. You two behave.”

Grayson took in a deep breath through his nose as he leaned closer to Meagan. “Headed to the shower. Would you like the sergeant to show Wonder Woman how it’s done?”

Meagan let out a nervous laugh, “Please. That dick will never see my Wonder Woman. Ever.”

Grayson leaned in and whispered against Meagan’s ear as he pushed away and walked past me.

I couldn’t help but notice Meagan’s chest heaving up and down. Before I turned away, I gave Meagan a wink. “You just woke up a sleeping beast.”

Licking her lips and running her hand across the side of her neck, Meagan barely said, “I know.”

Grace

Walking into Noah’s room, I stopped and stared at him. He was sitting on the window seat staring straight out the window. I knew this was going to be a tough road. I’d read up on the withdrawals that Noah would most likely go through. Panic attacks, body tremors, hallucinations, confusion, throwing up, mood swings . . . the list went on. Since Noah had been taking three different pills. Each one had their own set of withdrawal demons.

Putting on a smile the best I could, I cleared my throat and said, “Hey. How’s it going?”

Noah didn’t look at me as he focused on something outside.

“Sounds like you’re having fun with Gray.”

Making my way over toward him, I let out a small laugh. “Nah, Meg was just giving him a hard time.”

Turning to me, Noah glared at me as sweat poured down his face. Sucking in a breath, I quickly made my way over to him.

“Oh my God. Noah, are you running a fever?” Going to touch his forehead, he jerked away.

“Don’t touch me. Matter of fact, just get out of here. I don’t need you, Grace.”

My stomach dropped, I stood firm as I thought back to what Brad had told us before we started this. Noah was going to change. Do and say things he didn’t mean.

Sitting next to him, I pulled my knees up to my chest as I watched him turn and look back out the window.

“I’m not leaving, Noah. You can be pissed and angry as much as you want. I’m not leaving.”

Closing his eyes, Noah barely spoke above a whisper. “Please, let me just take one Ativan, Grace. I’m so tired.”

It felt as if a vice was wrapped around my chest and was slowly squeezing down on me.

Resting my chin on my knee, I watched for his reaction, as I said, “No. It’s not time to take one.” The doctor had advised for Noah not to go cold turkey on the Ativan but to come down from it slowly. We were tapering his dose back over the next two weeks.