The Country Duet(30)

“Yes, it’s still processing on our end, then Medicare may pick up some of the charges as well. It all takes time.”

“So, what is he supposed to do in the meantime with the nursing home wanting their money? When he was transferred, this was all set to go, and now there are all these hoops to jump through.”

“We understand your frustration. Unfortunately, it’s all a process.”

“I think I still need answers why it’s a problem now and a few weeks ago it wasn’t.”

“I’m making notes of your concern in his case and will have a manager get back to you.”

I slam my fist into the concrete wall, frustrated as hell. “This is fucking ridiculous.”

“Sir,” she tries to interrupt me.

“I’m at my wits’ end here with all this bullshit. I have two jobs and go to school. Nobody is watching out for this man and all you do is give me the fucking run around. I want answers.”

“Your language is unacceptable. Please refrain from using it.”

“Oh, bite my ass.”

“Sir, I’m going to hang up now.”

“Fucking shocking.”

I gasp in horror to add extra emphasis, then the line goes dead. Well, that was productive. The anger inside of me rages out of control. I don't lose my shit often, but when I do, it’s something else. My phone vibrates in my hand, setting me off. I throw the fucker into the same wall I tried to destroy with a fist. Crack, snap, pop…it shatters into pieces on the floor.

Then the trucker hat on my head pisses me off. I rip it off then proceed to stomp on the bastard just to make me feel better. It's the perfect outlet for all the rage.

Hands wrap around me from the back, a chest I know quite well pushes into me, and then I smell her sweet scent.

“Impressive, Hunter.”

The tension coursing through my veins begins to simmer down.

“I’m pissed off.”

“Really?” She giggles. “I had no clue.”

“Funny girl.” I turn in her arms, holding her tight to me.

“You really used the shit out of the F-bomb. You delivered it like a damn steroid induced sailor.”

“Sorry you heard that.” I brush the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “I don’t lose my shit like that very often.”

“No need to be sorry.” She winks at me. “It was sexy in a Hulk kind of way.”

I drop my forehead to hers. “Not sexy and no excuse, but this insurance shit is frustrating.”

“Trust me, I know how irritating some processes are. It’s a bottomless black pit, and it seems you can never work your way out of it.”

“Yeah.”

“You have to cling on to hope and work your ass off at that. You’re a good guy, Hunter, and what you’re doing for Dave, I don’t know one single person who would take care of him the way you do.” She pauses, running her nose along my jawline. “Am I ever going to get to meet Dave?”

Something always happens when I plan on introducing Teale to Dave.

“Yeah, keep going,” I prompt her with a chaste kiss on her sweet, sweet lips.

“Are you fishing for compliments, mister?”

“Maybe. Remind me how good I am in the sheets.”

“Incredible. Amazing. Mind-blowing. But that thing with your tongue needs a bit of practice.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“You need lots and lots of practice with that little ditty.”

She continues telling me just how much training I need as I back her up into the parts room. I grab the door behind us, shut and lock it.

“Teach me.” I smile up to her, dragging her pants down her thighs then further down her legs, being careful not to let them fall into any grease.

I pick her up, placing her on the counter. It's the cleanest section I can find. Then I slide her panties to the side, steadying myself for the best practice of my life. Her needy scent is convincing me she was right and that I do need lots and lots of practice. Teale’s hands grip the sides of my head, tugging on my hair and urging me on.

“Stalling is not cool.” She lets out in breathy plea.

“Hunter.”

Booming knocks pound on the door of the room, rattling parts on the shelf.

“Hunter, are you in there?”

Teale squeals but I cover her mouth quickly. I freeze, not knowing how to answer. Why, yes, sir, I’m in here and was mere seconds away from being inside your daughter.

“Hunter?”

“Yeah,” I manage to croak out.

“The damn door is locked.” He rattles it from the outside.

“Give me a second.” I back up from Teale, warning her to remain quiet. “Got my hands full right now.”

Not a total lie.

“Have you seen Teale?” he hollers. “The phone has been ringing off the hook.”

Shit, it’s lie or die time.

I stare at Teale, searching her face for answers. She hops off the counter with no fear in her movements, then pulls up her pants.

“I’m in here, Dad.” She unlocks the door, opening it.

Frank’s shocked, standing before us. Cupping my junk to conceal my boner would be a bit obvious. However, Frank joining us is working magic, wilting the monster down.