I don’t, though. My flight doesn’t leave for another four hours. So I doze while listening to Wes shower and pack up. Eventually there comes a beefy knock on the door. “Dudes! I have vitamin C!”
Wes actually opens the door to Blake, damn him. And the room is now filled with Blake-chatter. Vitamin C is coffee, though, and the scent of it begins to stir me into consciousness.
“Aw, who’s a sleepyhead?” Blake crows, flopping onto Wes’s empty side of the bed. “Caffeine, J-Bomb! I brought you a cappuccino.”
“You make it difficult to hate you,” I mumble into the pillow.
“That’s what everyone says.” He grabs my bare shoulder with one of his big mitts and shakes me.
“Stop.” I yank the covers higher. “Or I won’t invite you to the wedding.”
“To the…? OH MY GOD!”
I’ve obviously made an enormous tactical error, because now Blake Riley—all two-hundred-odd, suit-wearing pounds of him—gets to his feet and beginsjumpingon the bed. I open my mouth to yell at him, but it’s difficult to pronounce words when he’s yelling, “Fuck yeah!” and I’m being shaken like a pair of shoes in a dryer.
“Kn…Knock…it…OFF!” I manage to yodel.
And Wes is no help because he’s on the hotel phone for some reason. He hangs up just as I hear an awful crack, like wood breaking in two. The bed lists awkwardly and Blake goes bouncing to the floor.
“Don’t worry! I’m unhurt!” he yells from somewhere down there on the expensive carpeting.
Wes and I lock eyes, our expressions a matching mix of humor and horror. “Blake, you broke the bed,” Wes says with a sigh. “That’s going on your bill, not mine.”
“Won’t be the first time,” he says, picking himself up from the floor and straightening his tie.
“At least you broke furniture and not my fiancé. We’ve had enough of hospitals.”
“I’m just so happy for you guys.” He grabs Wes and lifts him off the ground to hug him.
Wes looks over Blake’s shoulder at me and rolls his eyes. When his feet touch the floor again, he shoos Blake toward the hallway. “Grab the elevator, would you? We should go.”
Blake gives us both a big grin. “Kiss ’im goodbye for now, but not for long!” He grabs his own coffee cup and then dances out of the room.
“Whew,” Wes says, glancing around. It’s like the aftermath of a tornado. Sudden silence and some wreckage. I’m still in the bed but it slopes uncomfortably. My boyfriend walks around to perch very carefully on the edge beside me. “I have to go.”
I smile up at his handsome face. “I know. I’ll see you tonight. The cheapest ticket had a layover in Chicago. So I’ll be a while.”
He puts a hand on my hair and runs his fingers through it. “Don’t miss your connection. I’ll be waiting.” He gives me a sexy smile.
My dick perks up at the sound of that. “Don’t worry.” I tug him down for a kiss. He tastes like toothpaste.
“Mmh,” he says when we finally break apart. “Listen,room service is coming in an hour. My dead grandfather wants you to have a good breakfast before your flight.”
I smile while he kisses me a second time. “Tell him thank you for me.”
Wes sighs and traces my cheek with his thumb. “Later.”
“Indeed.”
When the door clicks shut behind him, I’m still smiling.
THIRTY
JAMIE
I drop my suitcase in the hall, lock the front door, and stagger into the living room feeling like a man who’s spent a whole year abroad instead of one measly week on the west coast. But damn, it’s good to be home. And the apartment smells fantastic, like Wes’s aftershave and...pine cleaner? Did someone clean the place while I was away?
Holy crap, someonedid. The floors are gleaming, the kitchen counters are spotless and there isn’t a speck of dust on any surface. I suddenly feel like one of the three bears that got played by Goldilocks—“Someone’s been cleaning my house…”
