Page 73 of One is Never Enough

“The feeling is mutual.” She gives me a sweet smile, and my lips twitch. I’m glad she can put up with my grouchy ass. “Your guys went home to get the house in order.”

“They really went to get away from you,” I joke. “I just hope they bring something that this fucking cast will fit in.”

“I’m sure they will. They take good care of you.” I can’t argue with that, so I give her a nod. “The doctor should be around soon to send you home. I’ll see you in a week.”

She leaves the room, and I think about everything that’s happened.

On the day of the accident, I left the office later than usual because I had a meeting with someone overseas. I normally take a driver, but I just felt like driving the Maserati since Toby didn’t steal it. I was driving home on cloud fucking nine when a car came out of nowhere. I remember them hitting the driver’s side, I lost control, and then…nothing. Hearing Oliver recount how bad the car was and what the paramedics did to save me feels like it happened to someone else. The only constant reminder is the broken bones, casts, scars, and bruises. At least the bruises are almost gone.

I want to kill Trent with my bare fucking hands for what he did to Aiden. I don’t give a shit that the pussy decided to come after me. He hurt Aiden again. Aiden’s face healed pretty quickly, but I’ll never forget how bad he looked when I first opened my eyes.

The surprising rock in all of this is Oliver. He stepped up to the plate and doesn’t take my shit when I try to do something myself that I’m not supposed to. He’s not afraid to put me in my place but still has that submissive respect when he does say it. I’m not sure how he pulls it off, but he does.

Toby has been beyond overbearing, but I love him even more because of it. I know how hard Toby has to work to regulate his emotions, but I’ve been so fucking proud of him. Oliver told me Toby held it together for him while they were waiting to get any word on me. The surprise in that statement can’t be described.

Vince and Zac have been taking care of everything else. Vince made sure Oliver’s contract with Trent was null and void now that he’s locked up. They’ve even been taking care of business meetings I haven’t been able to attend in deals they’re involved in. I even heard a few whispers about them talking to Leland on a regular basis. So, I guess something good did come out of this.

I also feel like it brought me and my guys even closer than we were before. They banded around me, and I’ve never felt more cared for in my life. I’m normally the caregiver, so it hasn’t been easy for me to take a backseat. But I really haven’t had a choice. You can’t pass out punishments with a cast on your arm and leg.

“What up?” Leland announces, walking into my room and flopping down on the bed. “I hear you’re busting out of this place today.”

“Finally. What are you doing here? Oliver is at home.”

“I actually need to talk to you.”

“Go for it.”

Leland clears his throat. “I don’t want to overstep here, but Toby told me about you guys asking Oliver to do a commitment ceremony. I talked to Payton, and she was able to get something for you guys.” Leland digs through his pocket and pulls out two rings. “These were Oliver’s mom’s engagement and wedding rings. I thought maybe you could get them customized to work for him.”

I hold my hand out, and Leland lays them in my palm. “This is awesome, Leland. Thank you.”

Leland shrugs. “Payton tried to talk to Oli’s dad, but that was a no-go. She said he was too drunk to care.”

“We can’t all have parents that make a complete turnaround like Aiden’s dad.” That still shocks the shit out of me. Aiden has let him start to get to know all of us, and he hasn’t shown any sign of his usual judgment. He’s actually a decent human being and trying to be a good father.

“You can add mine to the shitty parents club for other reasons,” Leland says. “Your parents and Toby’s mom are cool as hell, though.”

“They are.” Mom and Dad hung around for as long as they could after I woke up but had to head back home. Toby’s mom is usually here every day fussing over everyone. “Vince and Zac have good parents.” Just like I suspected, Leland rolls his eyes.

“That doesn’t matter. I’m not anything to Vince and Zac.”

“Right,” I say sarcastically. “Is that why I heard your voice over the phone when I talked to Zac yesterday?”

“We hang out. That’s it.”

“Keep lying to yourself.”

“See if I do anything for you again, asshole.”

That makes me laugh, and I’m still laughing when Dr. Bartlett walks in. He sits beside Leland on the bed and looks at me. “I’ve never seen someone come back from an accident like this. Most people wouldn’t have even survived. You’re one lucky guy, Mr. Masters.” He flips through some papers on my chart. “They already have your appointments set for the casts to come off and your physical therapy. Those you cannot miss. I’ve added some information to your discharge packet about exercises you can do at home. You still need to take it easy and keep as much weight off your pelvis as possible.”

“That means sex is out of the question,” Leland says with a sly grin. I know it’s payback for giving him shit about Vince and Zac, so I can’t even be mad.

“For now,” Dr. Bartlett laughs. “That’s going to take some time. Other things, though…” he lets that thought trail off, leaving it up to my imagination. “All your prescriptions have been sent to the pharmacy, so all someone has to do is pick it up. Come back to the hospital if you experience any dizziness, abnormal swelling, or bruising. Other than that, you’re good to go.” He gets up and shakes my hand. “I wish you all the best, Mr. Masters.”

“Thank you for everything, Dr. Bartlett.”

Now it’s time to go home to my family.

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