“I don’t watch TV.”
A horrified expression crossed Spencer’s face. “You’re kidding.” At Wolf’s arched brow, Spencer shook his head. “Of course you’re not. You have no sense of humor.”
“I’m with you, aren’t I?”
“Wolfie, that was pretty good.” Spencer scooped out more ice cream and held it to his lips. “Taste.”
He opened up and licked the spoon clean. “That’s good.”
“It’ll be even better when it’s spread all over you and I’m licking it off.”
Wolf stared at Spencer, and while his head rebelled, his body was all in favor. “Let’s go.”
Spencer cackled. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”
Wolf picked up the half-gallon container at the same time the downstairs buzzer rang.
“Who the hell could that be?” Grumbling, he stomped over to the front door and hit the intercom button. “Yes?”
“Your friends are on the way up.”
“My frie—shit. Thanks.” Panic set his heart banging. He was so not ready to talk about what happened between him and Spencer, but it seemed he’d have no choice. And after the words they’d exchanged in his bedroom, he was okay with that.
He spun around to see Spencer standing there in his boxers and nothing else, beard burn rough on his face. Wolf only had on his briefs and a T-shirt.
“The guys are on their way up. I forgot I told the doormen that you all don’t need to wait to be announced.”
Spencer gazed steadily at him. “I’ll get dressed.”
“Hey, Spence?”
On his way to the bedroom, Spencer halted and looked over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“I’m not going to deny what happened today. And I’ll need you by my side when I tell them everything.”
The smile on Spencer’s face was worth any questions he’d have to face.
The two of them swiftly put on their pants and shirts, but before they could find their socks, the doorbell rang.
“Showtime.” Spencer kissed him and disappeared into the kitchen.
Wolf grimaced and opened the door to a crowd.
“Glad to see you’re alive.” Elliot walked past him with Win at his heels. “We’ve only been texting and calling you all afternoon. When you didn’t answer all night, we decided to come beard the wolf in his den.”
“Very amusing.”
Chess entered, along with André. “We were worried, Wolf. I called your office, and they said you’d left for the day. Have you heard from Spencer? He left Elliot’s this afternoon, and he’s AWOL too.”
Spencer appeared with glasses in hand. “Come on in, everyone. Who wants a drink? We have ice cream too, although Wolfie and I are saving some, special for us.” He winked at Wolf, who shook his head but couldn’t help but return Spencer’s smile.
Four sets of eyes popped wide open, but Wolf didn’t miss André and Win exchanging pointed glances.
“Okay. What the hell is going on?” Elliot threw his hands in the air. “No one’s leaving until we hear what happened.”
“Oh, Elliot. Your delicate ears and all. Are you sure you’re ready for the truth?”
“If you don’t tell us right now, I’m going to have to revoke that nice-guy card you’ve all tagged me with and tie you up to get the answer.”
