Linc scoffed. “It was always going to happen; it was just a matter of when. But, damn, it sure felt good.”
Wyatt’s face fell, his brows knitting together. “What about the money for your dad? Now that old Monty’s been outed as a child abuser, I don’t think we have any way to blackmail him. My grandmother gave me access to my trust fund, but I have some stuffy dude in a suit that has to agree to my purchases, so even though it’s my money it isn’t like totally mine.”
“Baby, don’t worry about that. I’ve got it covered.”
And he did. Jackson fucking Avery was saving Linc’s ass once again, but not without a huge catch. One he really hoped Wyatt would be on board for. Luckily, he had a secret weapon.
Wyatt narrowed his eyes. “Covered how? Are you going to become a male stripper? A prostitute?”
Linc grinned. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered or insulted by the insinuation that the only way I could make money is by taking off my clothes.”
Wyatt leaned forward, his puffy red eyes suddenly molten. “I’d pay good money to see you naked, Daddy.”
Linc’s cock twitched at Wyatt’s husky rasp, but he just pressed a hard kiss to his forehead before gently shoving him back against the mattress. “Oh, no you don’t. You will not get me all worked up in this hospital when your ass is out of commission for the next several weeks. Don’t you want to go home?”
Wyatt's shoulders drooped. “Not to put too fine a point on it, but we don’t exactly have a home.”
“I wanted to talk to you about that.” Wyatt nodded in a “go ahead” gesture, still watching Linc like he was waiting for the ax to fall. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Jackson has offered me a job.”
“I don’t know how I feel about you guarding somebody else’s body twenty-four seven,” Wyatt muttered, lower lip pouting.
“You don’t have to feel any way about it, brat, because he offered me a management position. I’d have my own crew. My team of security specialists. He even offered me a sign-on bonus that would cover my father’s expenses.”
Wyatt scanned Linc appraisingly, one brow hooking upward. “So, you’d wear a suit to work every day?”
Linc grinned. “Uh-huh.”
Wyatt ran his free hand over Linc’s chest. “I could be on board with that. What would I do, though?”
“Baby, you’re free. You can do and be whatever and whoever you want to be. You have a trust fund, and Jack is being very generous with my salary. You’ve got time to figure it out.”
“This all sounds way too good to be true,” Wyatt said. “What’s the catch?”
“So, that’s the thing… this amazing new job requires us to relocate.”
“Relocate?” Wyatt parroted, like he was testing the weight of the word on his tongue. “Like to where? I’m sort of an acquired taste, Linc. You can’t like move me to bum-fuck nowhere Indiana. I’ll shrivel up and die.”
“You are the biggest drama queen in the world,” Linc told him affectionately, kissing him once more. “Has anybody ever told you that?”
“No,” Wyatt said. “But, in all fairness, I’m usually standing next to Charlie.”
“What if I told you Charlie has agreed to come with us?”
Wyatt tsked. “I’d ask ‘Come with us where?’”
“Los Angeles,” Linc said casually.
“You want me to move to fucking Los Angeles?”
Linc frowned. “Well, I thought—”
Wyatt waved his uninjured hand around. “Yes, totally. A hundred percent. Oh, my God. Your sister’s in LA. You, me, Charlie, and Ellie in Los Angeles? This is amazing. This is the best thing ever. You’re going to marry me, right?” Wyatt asked without pausing for a breath.
Linc’s brain slid to a grinding halt. “What?”
Wyatt pulled a face like Linc was stupid. “Marry me? Make an honest man out of me? Take care of me forever?”
Fuck yes. A million times yes. Linc would go door to door until he found somebody ordained and marry Wyatt today if that’s what he wanted. He kissed Wyatt once more, the boy’s chapped lips reminding him he needed to be careful.
