Page 12 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
“Sue me.”
“It’s just you don’t understand what it’s like for me.”
Patrick says nothing. He can’t dispute that. He can try to be a good friend, but Jenny is always a little bit of a mystery to him. Most people are.
She sits stiffly for a long second, then turns to him, grips his forearm, and confesses, “I don’t know what to do. Tom’s been calling me. He wants to see Dylan. He claims to want to work it out. As a family. A real family.”
Patrick rolls his eyes before throwing his arm around Jenny’s shoulder and pulling her in close to whisper in her ear, “He walked out on you when you were pregnant. Get real.”
“I am real,” she protests, pulling away. “I’m a real woman with real feelings and Ireallydon’t know what I should do.”
Patrick opens his mouth and closes it again. He should say something helpful, but he has no idea what that might be.
“I think I have to give it a shot.”
“You don’t have to do anything.”
“Okay, then, I want to. I want to see what Tom might bring to the table. For Dylan. And for me.”
“What’s his sign?”
Jenny smirks. “Pisces.”
“Hmm. Well, all right then.” At least the guy isn’t a Sagittarius.
“Glad I have your permission,” she whispers.
At that moment, Patrick spots Kimberly and her twin brother Kevin walking arm-in-arm through the hospital corridor.
Kevin’s wearing a nice-fitting pair of jeans and a plaid, Western-wear shirt, his golden handsomeness in radiant evidence. But his cowboy hotness is marred by a white, bloodstained T-shirt pressed to his forehead.
Great.
Patrick sighs. Now his day has really gone completely off the runners. “Just think. If I’d only let all those cancer kids keel over dead, I’d be working somewhere warm year round right now,” he mutters. “And there would be no Pattersons or Molinaros or honeymoons interrupting my life.”
Jenny frowns. “And no Will either. And no me.”
Kimberly spots him as he groans softly. “Help. I can’t shake them. They’re everywhere.”
“What? Who?” Jenny asks, her brows knitting in confusion, looking around.
“Them.”
“Patrick!” Kimberly calls, waving. Her dress swirls around her cowboy boots. Her face is pale and her blue eyes burn with worry. “Kevin’s had an accident. We need you.”
“Oh.” Jenny’s brows jump up and she tightens her ponytail again. “I see what you mean.”
“Will’s perfect ass makes it all worth it,” he reminds himself under his breath as he rises and grimaces his acknowledgement to Kimberly.
Will’s ass, and his smile, and the way he rubs at his face when his BG is dropping, and how Patrick feels when Will looks at him like he’s something special.
There are all kinds of things about Will that make it worth it.
Before he loses his chance, he turns to Jenny and gives his two cents. “Don’t let your snobbery get in the way of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your life.”
She snorts at him.
He waves toward his in-laws. “I didn’t and look at me. Happy family.”
