His Convenient Husband: Innamorati, Book 1 by J. L. Langley Read Free Book Online Page A

Micah on the back before striding forward and grabbing Tucker in a big ole bear hug and lifting him off the ground. “Glad you’re back. I should’ve sent the brat after you sooner.”
    “ Besa mi culo .” Micah grinned at AJ.
    “You should’ve called me sooner.” Tucker frowned, but it was lost on AJ who was flipping Micah off.
    “ You kiss my ass, brat.” AJ looked back at Tucker and the laughter and fun left his eyes. “Did you see who’s here?”
    Tucker’s attention zeroed in on the porch and met Duncan’s gaze. “Yeah. Do we need to kick his ass out?”
    “I’d love to, but Granddaddy wants him here.”
    Duncan came down the porch steps, heading their way with his chin held high. He looked so much like Tucker’s dad, Tucker had to remind himself what a bastard the man was. When Duncan reached them, he stepped up and held out his hand to Tucker. “So you’ve decided to come home. Or did the”—his gaze raked over Micah and a snarl appeared on his lips—“little freeloader drag you back?”
    “And by freeloader I assume you are referring to my husband.” Tucker stared right at Duncan, watching the shock play over his face. Revulsion quickly followed the shock, which set Tucker’s teeth on edge even more. “Come on. Call him a freeloader again. I dare you.”

Chapter Five
     
    Tucker sat on the back porch rail drinking his whiskey and smoking a Latin Gold he’d found in the humidor in the office. Granddad had always had good taste in cigars. Tucker grinned, remembering the first time he’d gotten into his granddaddy’s cigars. He’d just turned sixteen and thought he was hot shit. Dad had been livid, but Granddad had just taken it in stride, offering Tucker one after another. They’d sat out on the porch smoking and talking until Tucker had gotten so lightheaded he’d thrown up. After that, he hadn’t touched another cigar. Well, not until he’d moved to Dallas anyway.
    He took a puff from the cigar and looked up at the full moon. Damn, he was gonna miss the old man. It had hurt to see him lying in bed looking so frail this afternoon. Tucker should’ve come home more often. It was a mistake he wouldn’t repeat again. From now on, he was visiting home every month, at least for a weekend.
    Taking a drink, he let the whiskey slide down his throat and gazed out at the back pasture. His family wasn’t all he missed. He missed the country. The fast pace of the business world was exciting, but there was just nothing like a spring night out here far from civilization. It was beautiful. There were so many stars. He’d forgotten how many. When was the last time he’d taken time to look at the stars? He’d been stuck in his high-rise office working on one project or another plenty of times after the sunlight faded, but the city lights made the stars disappear. Buildings overpowered the Dallas horizon. The big city had its own appeal, but out here was pure magic. The sky looked so endless.
    “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” a soft voice asked.
    Tucker started, not realizing he had company, but immediately grinned as recognition set in. He hadn’t seen Micah but once since they arrived this afternoon. After they’d gotten here, Tucker had gone straight up to see his grandfather. Then after his visit he’d buried himself in the office going over the bills. Micah had come in and shown him some stuff on the computer and they’d formed a sort of truce, a united front against Duncan. They had to make their marriage look real to outsiders or it’d be much easier to contest.
    Taking a puff from his cigar, Tucker turned his head toward Micah and wished he hadn’t.
    Micah stood at the top of the back steps, a soft grin on his face. The smart little glasses he’d worn during his stay in Dallas were gone. He’d looked adorable in them, but now, without them, he was stunning. Tucker had forgotten how big his eyes were. Those glasses had concealed a lot. Micah’s usual hat-covered black hair was