Page 72 of One is Never Enough

“Stop whining. I’m trying to help.”

“I can feed myself.” Jace finally jerks the fork from Toby with his good hand, stabs a piece of chicken, and shoves it in his mouth. “See?”

“Whatever, you overbearing ass,” Toby replies. “You are supposed to be taking it easy.”

“I think they meant by not running marathons,” Oliver laughs. “Not eating chicken.”

“Of course you would take his side,” Toby pouts, making me roll my eyes.

“Yeah, because he’s right,” I agree.

“Get your tongue out of Oliver’s ass,” Toby responds, making Oliver laugh harder.

“I’d love to stick my tongue up his ass.”

“Shut up,” Jace barks. “My dick can’t get hard because I can’t do anything about it right now. So shut up.”

“Yes, Sir,” Oliver says, biting his lip to stop from laughing. He loses his battle and does anyway.

Ever since Jace woke up, we finally have our Oliver back. Slowly, we’re returning to who we were before this happened. We waited a few days before we told Jace what happened to cause his accident and what happened to me. I thought they were going to have to sedate him again. He was trying to rip out IVs, wires, and anything else he could get his hands on to get to Trent. Lou came to the room and fussed, which was the funniest shit ever because Jace folded immediately. As much as I’d love to serve justice to Trent, I know we’re doing the right thing by letting him rot in prison, which Kristian assured me he’d be there for a long time when convicted.

I hear a knock at Jace’s door, and my face drops when I see my dad standing there. I go to step out, and Jace stops me. “Let him in.”

“Are you sure? I can?—”

“I said let him in.”

I reluctantly wave him in, and Dad stands awkwardly at the doorway. “I just wanted to stop by to see how you were,” Dad says, finally looking Jace in the eye.

“I’m doing good. I heard what happened with you and Aiden. I’m glad you made the right choice.”

“Me too.” Dad and I are getting closer and closer by the day. I can finally let my guard down around him. He no longer grimaces when I say something about the guys. He’s actually happy for me.

“We’ll do dinner at my house as soon as they cut me loose,” Jace says, surprising the shit out of my dad. “I’d love to have you.”

“I’d like that,” Dad says gruffly. “I’ll let you guys get back to it. Love you, son.”

“Love you too.”

I’m afraid to hope that I can finally have my dad and my guys in my life.

But that’s not going to stop me from trying.

Chapter 30

Jace

Physical therapy fucking sucks.

It’s been a month since my accident, and the work they’re putting my body through is grueling. I lost a lot of muscle tone wasting away in that bed, and I have to work ten times harder to get it back. I still can’t put weight on the broken femur, but we’re getting there. The hardest thing has been the broken pelvis.

“Three more steps,” my therapist, Misty, encourages. If I didn’t like the girl, I would have whacked her upside the head with my crutch by now. “Come on.”

“The only reason I haven’t crushed you yet is because I need to be able to stand for my commitment ceremony.”

Misty laughs easily. “He has to say yes first, and you couldn’t catch me to crush me.” I roll my eyes and walk the three more steps to my chair. She helps me sit down and gets my leg propped up on the recliner. “I hear they’re letting you go home today.”

“Thank fuck,” I mutter. “I’m sick of looking at these walls and your face.”

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