How could he answer that question? He missed his brother so much he ached. He also ached for Blythe. Even if Tuck did come back, his damage would come with him. Tucker would always hold a part of himself back because of what happened on Thanksgiving all those years ago.
“Jace?”
“We’re done here.” He stood and walked away.
Tucker dreamed about Blythe almost every time he closed his eyes. The more he drank, the weirder his dreams got. They were becoming illogical, jumbled up things he couldn’t understand.
He still dreamed about another woman, but she and Blythe melded together, becoming the same person. After the accident, he understood why.
“I can’t go home,” Blythe told Bree a couple of days later.
“Why not?”
“You know how Mom gets. She’s driving me crazy.”
“I could try to smooth things out if you want.”
“No, I want to move in with you and Lyric.”
“You do? When?”
“Now, Bree. Aren’t you listening?”
“Okay, sorry. Let me rephrase. Would you like to go straight there, or go home and pack?”
“Let’s go tell Lyric, and then go home and pack.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” they heard Lyric say when she walked into the house in the glen.
“Jesus, Bullet. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Lyric motioned that she’d just be a minute.
“I can’t help you with this one, bro. You’re on your own. I warned you the last time I wouldn’t intervene again. I gotta go, my roommate’s here. I’ll talk to ya later, Bullet.”
Lyric tossed her phone on the counter and put her head in her hands. “Sorry, that boy just works my last nerve. What’s up, girls?”
“I want to move in.”
“Oh, yeah? That’s awesome. I’ve been thinking about this. Let’s get me moved, and then we can go get your stuff.”
“Why are you moving?” Bree asked.
“I’m not movin’ out, just movin’ rooms.”
“Why?” Bree asked again.
“The room I’m in shares a bathroom with the room we aren’t using. Blythe should have my room.”
“My turn,” Blythe laughed. “Why, Lyric?”
“We gotta start thinkin’ about settin’ up a nursery.” Lyric shook her head and pointed at Blythe. “She’s pregnant, so she gets a pass. But damn, Bree, for somebody so dang smart, you sure are slow about certain things.”
“I just love her, don’t you, Bree?” Blythe had learned a while ago, it was best to just go along with whatever Lyric suggested, even if it seemed crazy. In the end, her ideas were always good ones.
“Don’t just stand there, come help me.” When Blythe got up, Lyric pushed her back in the chair. “Not you.”
“What are you doing?” Jace asked when he walked up and saw Bree and Lyric carrying boxes to Lyric’s car.