Chapter 52

Josh shakes him away. “If you needed me, you would’ve told me what was wrong. You would’ve let me help you.”

DeMar sighs and tugs harder. No dice—Josh doesn’t budge. “I don’t know what was wrong,” he says. “I was depressed, that’s all. Don’t you ever get that way, sunshine?”

“Depressed.” As much as Josh wants to buy it, he can’t let go of the harsh words they threw at each other the last morning they woke in the same bed. Depressed made you tell me to mind my own damn business when I asked you why you couldn’t talk to me. Depressed made you tell me to leave you the fuck alone—those were your words, weren’t they? Depressed…“And now you’re not.”

“I’m not,” DeMar agrees. This time when he tugs on Josh’s shirt, he manages to pull Josh a step closer and damn if his hand doesn’t ease up under the shirt to tickle over Josh’s flat belly. Josh catches that hand before it reaches the waistband of his pants. “I’m doing a lot better. Trust me.”