Unbearable (Undescribable) (12 page)

CHAPTER NINE

I stand there watching
Angel stare at the wall in front of her for a few seconds before she backs out
and drives off.

I turn around to lift a side of her black leather
love seat.

“Why didn’t you tell her?” Micah asks as he stands
on the other end with his hand on the sofa.

“Pick up your end of the sofa.” I ignore his
question.

“No.” He shakes his head, placing his other hand on
the couch. “Why didn’t you tell her?”

I stand up and let the couch fall to the floor.
“Because she would have tried to help.”

“You shouldn’t keep things from her,” Josh says,
grabbing her nightstand out of the back of the truck.

Oh, isn’t this great, everyone wants to give me
advice. “You know nothing.” I turn to face him. “You didn’t see….” I stop
myself before I explain what state I had found her in last night. They have no
clue what’s going on in her mind. Fuck, half the time I don’t even know what
she’s thinking. “She tries to do everything herself. I’m just trying to lessen
the load. She may be a little pissed about it, but in the long run she will be
happy that she doesn’t have to worry about moving her stuff.”

They are both silent for a few seconds, then both
nod their heads.

“Where are we going to put all of this stuff?” Josh
asks, looking around.

“I don’t know.” I think we are going to need a
bigger house.

“We could put it downstairs in the basement
office,” Micah offers.

“No.” I do not want any of her things in the room
that Jax cheated on her in. Although she has never asked which room he was in,
and I have not offered the information, I still know what happened in that room
and that is not where her things belong. “We can split it between the living
room and media room. We will move my stuff downstairs.”

They both nod as Micah picks up his end. “Oh, and
Josh, we don’t need to make another trip to her house. This is all I’m going to
move.”

“Why? Her bed, dressers and other couch are still
over there,” he says moving my couch back so we can set Angel’s sofa down.

“Angel said that Courtney was going to move into
her rental house and knew Courtney didn’t bring anything besides her clothes.”

Josh slumps down onto the couch. “I’m trying to get
her to move in with me.” He lays back looking up at us. “When I found out she
was coming back here I told her how I felt about her. I like her. A lot. But I
don’t want her to feel like I’m rushing her. I just want her to know that I’m
serious about us and willing to move forward with our relationship.”

“And she doesn’t feel the same?” Micah asks.

“She said she did, she just thinks she should have
her own place for now. Although I don’t like it, I told her I would respect her
decision.”

“That sucks,” Micah agrees, causing Josh to let out
a little laugh.

“Speaking of the girlfriends,” I say, rubbing my
hands together. “I need a favor from you.” I point to Josh.

“Sure. What is it?” he asks, sitting up straight.

“Hang on.” I turn and head to my office. Angel
never goes in there, so I hid her parents’ rings in my office safe last night
as soon as we got home.

I return to find both of the guys sitting on the
couch now. They stare up at me as I smile. I have never been more excited about
anything in my life. I know I want to take this step with her, I just hope that
she feels the same way. I mean, we have only been together for a short time,
but it already feels like a lifetime. Nothing before her matters, or even
exists.

“Why are you smiling like an idiot?” Micah asks
seriously.

I hold my hand out to them, revealing the wedding
rings.

“What the fuck?” Josh exclaims as he stands up.

Micah jumps up also but has a harder time speaking.
“What, uh. Slade, those are wedding rings.”

I roll my eyes. “Yes they are, genius. Marie gave
them to me. She wanted Angel to have them. I want to propose to Angel, but first,
I want you to make something special out of her mother’s for me.”

“Whatever you want to do,” Josh says, smiling wide.

“I can’t fucking believe it.” Micah shakes his
head. “My big brother is going to get married.” Then he elbows Josh in the
side.

Josh chuckles, shaking his head a bit, before
mumbling, “I know.”

I ignore them and look down at the rings. “Yeah. Well,
she has to say yes first and then not kill me when she sees what I did to her mother’s
wedding ring.” That is the part that terrifies me the most. I thought about
just proposing with her mother’s ring, but I can’t. I have an idea in my head
and it just screams Angel.

“Do you know what you want?” Josh urges, looking to
me.

“Yes.” It didn’t take me long to figure out what I
wanted for her. It was all I could think about on our drive back from Tulsa.

“When do you want it by?”

“I’m thinking Thanksgiving.” That gives us some
more time for her to get used to living with me and for her to learn how to be
herself again.

“Done,” Josh says, taking it from me and placing it
in his pocket.

“We need a beer,” Micah proclaims as he smiles
brightly over at Josh.

“We do?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Of course, you’re getting married.” He reaches
over and pulls me into a hug.

 “She has to say yes first,” I remind them again,
laughing, and then we head to the kitchen to get a beer.

I walk into work and smile
when I see Holly. “Hey girl. I’m surprised you wanted to work today,” she says.

“Well, the guys are at the house, so I figured I
needed to get away.”

She frowns. “Did Slade not tell you he was moving
your stuff?”

“No. At first I was mad, but I understand why he
wanted to do it today.”

I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pull
it out, figuring it will be Slade, but instead it’s a blocked number. I frown
looking down at it.

“Something wrong?” Holly asks.

“Someone is calling me from a blocked number.”

Who could it be? I’ve never had anyone call me from
a blocked number before.

Holly places one hand on her hip and points at my
phone with the other. “I bet it’s that Tate guy. He didn’t seem like he was
going to leave you alone.”

“You are probably right.” I press ignore and stick
my phone behind the bar, not wanting to be bothered by it. I take a deep breath
and put a big smile on my face. Tonight is going to be a great night.

“What’s the story with him anyway?”

“His mom was my mother’s best friend,” is all I supply.

“And?” She tries to dig for more.

I don’t know how much I should tell Holly. I love
her to death, but Tate’s story is not mine to tell. “My mom watched him a lot
when we were younger. Then he and his mother moved to Alaska when he was
thirteen.”

“That’s cool. I’ve always wanted to go to Alaska.” She
sighs as she gets a dreamy expression on her face. “I would love to go on an
Alaskan cruise.”

“Why don’t you tell Micah that’s what you want to
do for your honeymoon?”

She shakes her head as she laughs a little. “Yeah
right. Micah, on a cruise?”

“Will he not go on a cruise?”

“No. He’s terrified of cruises.” She rolls her eyes
making me giggle.

My laughter dies down as I see the bartender from
the bar of the hotel the night before we went to the Rams’ game walk in the
front door of Larry’s.

“Hello, ladies,” he says nicely as he walks up to
the bar with a smile on his face.

“Hello. What can I do for you?” Holly asks him
sweetly.

“I would like an application, please.” He looks at
me with that smile still plastered on his face.

Great! I already didn’t like this guy the first
time I met him, now I may have to work with him. Good thing I don’t work often.

Holly reaches behind the cash register and hands
him one. He takes a seat at the bar and starts to fill it out.

“Why do you act like you hate him already?” Holly
asks quietly, pulling me to the side.

“He was our waiter at the bar the night we went out
before the Rams game and he…he just rubbed me wrong.” From what I can recall anyway.
I remember snapping at him for calling me Angel. Everything else after that is
pretty blurry.

“Hmm,” she says in thought, “maybe you were just in
a bad mood?”

“Yeah, maybe,” I admit, biting on my bottom lip.
I’m pretty sure that was not the issue though.

I look over at the guy as he finishes up his
application. He hands it to Holly and reaches out his hand to introduce
himself. “Jeremy,” he says giving her a smile. I can’t help but think it’s a
sneaky smile. One that says I’m a snake and going to strike out at you as soon
as you turn your back.

His eyes then move to me as he reaches out his hand
in my direction. “Jeremy,” he repeats, as if he has never seen me before.

Maybe Holly is right. I could have just been in a
bad mood because of how much I had to drink. “Sam,” I say as I slowly reach out
my hand.

“It was nice to meet you lovely ladies. I hope to
hear from one of you soon.” Then he turns around and walks out. Maybe I was
just overreacting that night at the bar.

“See, he was nice,” Holly says, placing his
application in the drawer.

“Yeah, guess I was wrong,” I agree with her, pulling
out my tray and getting ready for my shift.

I groan as I lean over and
grab Slade’s pillow, placing it over my head, trying to drown out the talking.
Instead, I hear the voices getting louder. I lean up and grab my phone from the
nightstand. It reads ten in the morning. Why is he not at work? I listen and
hear another male besides Slade.

I get out of bed, throwing on some clothes, and
walk out of the bedroom in search of the voices. I find Slade in the kitchen as
he laughs with a man who looks younger than me. He has bleach blond hair that
is so tall, spiked with enough gel it could be deadly if he decided to ram you.
And I could probably fit my thumb through the holes in his ears.

“Hey, Angel, sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you,”
Slade says, turning his attention to me.

“It’s okay. What’s going on?” I look from Slade to
the kid that looks like he should be playing the drums in a hard rock band.

“This is Kip. He is buying your car,” Slade answers
excitedly.

Oh, right, I almost forgot about that. He is giving
my car away. I put a big smile on my face and look over at him.

“I love it. I’ve been looking for one for a while
now,” he says happily.

“Well it’s perfect timing then,” Slade says, reaching
into his pocket for the keys.

“I need to clean it out,” I say, trying to keep my
voice even.

“I did that last night, Angel.”

Of course he did. The man thinks of everything and
for some reason it’s starting to drive me fucking nuts. I take in a deep breath
to calm myself. All Slade has done is help me out and he has tried to stay one
step ahead of me so I don’t have to do as much. I peer up at him. “Thanks,
babe.”