Page 26 of Samuel's Heart

A knock at the door pulls me out of these dark thoughts, and I jump to my feet—okay, rise with a lot of effort—to answer the door.

“Hey man,” Keegan says when I open the door. He’s followed by the ever-present other part of the couple.

“Hey Samuel,” Martin says, then gets in front of Keegan, so he can gently pull me down and hug me close.

We were close before the accident, but since I saved his life, he’s become a mother hen. I didn’t do anything. I was kidnapped so they could force him to do what they wanted, and they nearly got him, if it wasn’t for the man that is right now pulling him out of our embrace and hugging him instead.

“Hey,” Martin says to him, but Keegan settles everything with a kiss.

“Come on, guys,” I complain. “Stop the show.”

“Do you want some for yourself?” Martin asks playfully, but Keegan’s growling has Martin returning to the circle of his arms and kissing him senseless.

I leave them there and go back to the living room.

After a minute they join me there, where I’m spread out on the sofa trying to make my hip and leg comfortable.

“How are you?” Martin asks, concern and guilt showing on his face.

“I’m okay. Getting there slowly.”

He looks at me with squinted eyes and I laugh because he looks ridiculous.

“However, if you want anything, you’ll have to get it yourselves. I’m not moving from this spot.”

“Lazy bastard,” Martin stage-whispers, and our laughter fills the room again.

“That’s my name,” I joke with him.

I love when he’s around. I always have, even when he was a scared mouse, hiding away from his ex. But now, with Keegan’s love and attention, he’s blossoming, and confidence flows from him like water from a spring.

“Okay, let me serve you both. K, what would you like?”

“I’d love to have a coffee, love.”

Martin’s eyes sparkle at the nickname. Then, lost in his love, he walks away.

“Hey.” I call him back. “You forgot my order. I’d like tea, please.”

“Tea is on its way.”

When he’s gone, I look at Keegan, who’s observing me as if ready to say something. I raise a brow at him, questioning him without words.

“What are you doing, man?”

I frown at him, trying to understand where the comment is coming from, but coming up empty.

“What do you mean?”

“Aidan gave me something for you.”

Oh, I see now.

“Yeah?” I say, trying to look surprised, but I shouldn’t have bothered.

He’s too good at what he does, and looks at me as if saying, “You can stop right there.”

“I’m helping someone,” I admit.

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