“I’m home,” he called out.
Brent’s hand waved from the couch.
Evan went straight to him, bending over to give his boyfriend a kiss. “Missed you.”
“Mmm.”
“You look sleepy.” He tousled Brent’s hair. “Catching up on sleep or stockpiling for tonight?”
Jess had no problem keeping Brent’s schedule memorized. Evan was hopeless with it.
“Catching up, I came off shift at seven this morning.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay. If I’d wanted to sleep uninterrupted, I’d have gone downstairs.” He had a basic bedroom there for when he needed to sleep while the other two were wide awake. Jess had joked he moved from one basement apartment to another, but at this one he had free and filthy access to the landlord.
Evan hadn’t found it funny. He wasn’t Brent’s landlord, he was his love. And hers as well. “Where’s Jess?”
“Having a last-minute meeting with Carrie at the bakery. Stealth sign plan goes into action tonight.”
Fuck, it wasn’t just Brent’s schedule that Evan had trouble remembering. “Right. Good, I’m glad I’m back for that.”
“I’m going back to sleep now, okay?”
“K. Rest up. We’ll celebrate tonight.” He gave Brent another soft kiss. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Brent murmured.
Fuck, he would never tire of hearing that.
He quickly dumped his suitcase in the bedroom, changed out of his traveling clothes, and then headed back out again.
Time to track down his other love. He went to Bun in the Oven first, but the barista on duty redirected him to Evie’s Pilates studio. There, he found the doors locked, and the lights out.
On a hunch, he went around to the back.
He wasn’t the landlord at home. But he was here on the main drag, and he knew the pin code to get in the back entrance of all of the shops in his buildings.
“Hello?” a female voice—Evie—called out as soon as he opened the door. “We’re closed.”
“Landlord inspection,” he called out, and he heard a chorus of laughs.
Carrie’s dark red hair was the first head he saw as he turned into the kitchenette at the back of the studio. Then Evie’s blonde ponytail.
His woman was hiding, though, behind a giant sign. “Jess?”
She popped her face out from behind it. “Hey, babe.”
“What are you doing?”
“The new sign arrived.”
“I see that.”
“And the delivery guys wanted to take it to town hall, which obviously wouldn’t work—”
“Why not?”
