He rolled his eyes. “See you on Monday.”
Beckett left the office and headed out into another gorgeous summer Friday afternoon, which reminded him that he was behind on his work on the boat. He’d finally asked the guys to drop it in the water for him a few days ago and he was hoping he could get down there to get some work done this weekend with Sky.
That, of course, depended on how Sky felt. Beckett also wanted to take Sky out for some fun tonight, but he hadn’t asked yet, or mentioned it to anyone else, in case that couldn’t happen either. Sky’s mood after an afternoon of rehab could be anything. There were good days and bad days.
Beckett started up his Jeep with a sigh. He was a planning guy. He liked to know what was going on tomorrow. Sky hadn’t been the least bit predictable from the minute they’d met, and he accepted that, but this rehab thing was a whole new level of taking things one day at a time. Sometimes an hour at a time.
Someone was trying to teach him something. He was sure of it. He was trying to hear the lesson. He was. But getting help wasn’t in the cards. He needed to handle this. He needed to prove to Sky he was capable. He had to be everything his husband needed this time, so Sky wouldn’t leave him again.
He was tired, though. He really was.
Beckett parked in one of the front handicap spots and went inside in search of his husband, finding a smile and trying to be ready for anything.
The nurses were whispering madly when he walked in, all of them staring.
He subtly reached down to make sure his fly wasn’t open and covered it by adjusting his belt. What the heck were they staring at? He stepped up to the desk. “Hi. Is he ready for me? I’m a few minutes early I guess.”
“He is. One moment, please.”
A hot little cowboy walked out of one of the therapy rooms, looking like a wet dream—tight jeans, button-down, hat, cane.
Damn.
Sky.
He stared for a second, a really long second, while his mouth went dry and he tried to remember how to form words. “Hey,” he finally managed to say, reminiscent of the first thing he ever said to Skyler Paulson at a party in Nashville. “Don’t I know you?”
Oh, he was taking his cowboy out tonight for sure.
Sky tipped his hat, walking right up to him. “Yes, sir. I do believe you do.”
His smile turned into a huge grin. “You’re the hottest thing in a cowboy hat. Look at you! A cane?” He leaned toward Sky and took a quick kiss. Sky must have worked hard this week. Kevin did tell them both that once Sky was strong enough, things would progress quickly, but he didn’t think it would be this quickly. “Wow.”
“A cane and a clearance, lover.” Look at that wicked grin.
Oh, thank fuck.
He let a growl out. “Clearance for what, Stud? Dancing right? A little two-step?”
“No, baby.” Sky came right up close, voice soft in his ear. “I need you. Naked, hard, in bed. I need us loving up on each other.”
Good fucking God.
“That’s what I said. Dancing.”
“Tango.” Kevin sauntered up behind Sky. “And then you alternate heat and ice if anything hurts after you’ve taken your bows.”
He glanced up at Kevin, trying to look horrified, or blush or something, but he didn’t have an ounce of modesty in him. He grinned and the two of them started laughing. Hard.
“I promise. I’ll see you Tuesday, Kevin. I’ve got plans this weekend.” Sky took his arm with the hand not holding the cane. “Let’s go, lover.”
“See you Tuesday. Have fun!” A couple of the nurses laughed at Kevin that time.
He tucked Sky’s arm against his side as they made their way out to his Jeep. “You look incredible, Sky. I was going to ask you out on a date, but I don’t know if I can keep my hands off you that long.” He was pretty sure he couldn’t, in fact.
“Let’s pick up a pizza on the way home. I want to be with you. We can go out together tomorrow. Fair?” He knew this easy, reasonable Sky would come and go for a little while longer, but this was the man he’d fallen in love with.
“Sounds perfect.” Completely unpredictable. He’d never expected to get his husband back today.