Bull (The Buck Boys Heroes #1) Read Online Deborah Bladon

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Drama, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Buck Boys Heroes Series by Deborah Bladon
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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This isn’t a business deal, though. This is Graham’s past.

“Lloyd was in the stands for a few games,” he says in a rush as his gaze darts over his shoulder. “Where’s the damn car?”

“To watch you play?”

Graham looks at me again. “It was his alma mater. He used to play on the same team back in his day.”

I search Mr. Abdon’s face for some truth, but he drops his chin down. “That’s right.”

Graham breathes a heavy and very audible sigh of relief. “That’s our car. It’s time to go home.”

And just like that, the discussion about my husband’s past has come to an abrupt end, and I have way more questions than answers about the man I married.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Graham

“I’m sorry, Graham.”

I squeeze my eyes shut when I hear the emotion in Lloyd’s voice. I didn’t fucking want this to happen. My intention wasn’t to silence him in front of the restaurant, but I’m a huge proponent of letting sleeping dogs lie.

I don’t need or want Miss Shaw to gain insight into the person I used to be.

I left that guy behind when I graduated from college and started working an entry-level position at Abdons.

I’ve wished for a hell of a long time that Lloyd would drop the nickname I carried with me for years, but he’s still clinging to it. I know why. It’s part habit and part nostalgia.

Lloyd wishes his past was his present, but time can’t maintain that.

Life changes.

People change. I’m proof of that.

I turn and face him. “No need to apologize.”

He nods sagely. “You’re not comfortable telling Trina about…”

“No,” I cut him off before he gets the two words I hate the most out of his mouth.

The past.

“She’d understand,” he states as though life is that simple.

Maybe she would, or perhaps she’d judge me, but it doesn’t matter. I’m tied to Trina for three months, and then we’ll part ways. She’ll leave with more than a million dollars, and I’ll walk away knowing I gave Lloyd something he wanted.

That’s the chance to see me settled down with a woman he believes I’m worthy of.

I’m not, but I’m keeping that to myself in the same way I’ve kept my past to myself.

“At least consider telling her,” he says as he adjusts the collar of the pajama top he’s wearing.

I waited in a chair in the corner of the guestroom while he was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I couldn’t leave things unsaid because what if this night is his last?

I’ve asked repeatedly if he’d like to see a heart specialist now that he’s back in New York. That’s been strictly selfish on my part because I don’t want the old man to leave me.

He insists that he doesn’t need a second, third or fourth opinion. He knows his fate.

I move to face him. “Lloyd, I appreciate that you believe in transparency in marriage, but this is different.”

“It’s not.” He places a shaking hand on my shoulder. “You’re assuming that Trina doesn’t have the capacity to understand who you once were. If a woman truly loves a man, she’ll see past his weaknesses to his growth and maturity. You’re not the same bull-headed kid I met years ago.”

I fight off a smile. “I sure as hell hope not.”

“Don’t get me wrong.” He brushes his hand over the front of my shirt. “You’re still just as stubborn now, but you only dig in your heels when you believe strongly in something.”

I see a path that will lead me out of this conversation, so I jump on it. “You’re talking about Kay?”

He huffs out a stuttered laugh. “I’m not, but I made the right decision about her design. It’s what the market wants right now, Bull.”

“You know how I feel about that.” I chuckle. “My opinion hasn’t changed, Lloyd. Her timepiece is dated. We’d do better with one of the designs I recommend.”

“I still have the final say,” he reminds me. “We are going with Kay’s design. You have the job of telling her that.”

“Trina’s going to handle it.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Her face lit up like the Eiffel Tower when I told her she could break the good news to Kay.”

He studies me as a slow smile creeps over his lips. “You’re already learning the pleasure of sacrificing for your wife.”

“Kay’s a friend to Trina,” I say to try and sidestep what he views as a romantic gesture. “It seems fitting that she should handle that discussion.”

“Sure.” He smirks. “Keep telling yourself that. You’re a good husband, Graham, whether you want to admit it or not.”

I’m a shitty husband.

I’ll admit that.

I’m paying my wife to be here. If that’s not as fucked up as a marriage can get, I sure as hell don’t know what is.

I close the doors to the guestroom softly before turning to make my way toward the small bedroom I’m currently staying in.


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