Finn snorted. “I’m sure you’re being very objective, but you’ve never seen me work with kids.”
“No, but they have. Besides, if they were watching this week, they saw the results of your hard work,coach.”
Warmth filled his chest at Robbie’s words. He sounded so sincere. Finn didn’t know what he’d done to deserve Robbie’s adoration, especially not so quickly. Maybe he’d been an especially good boy or girl in a past life.
“Well. If you think so, it must be true.”
“I’ll remember you said that,” Robbie purred. “Remind you of it if ever you doubt me.”
“Oh?” Finn’s heart thumped, but he managed to stay cool and teased, “Anticipating that, are you? Me doubting your wisdom?”
“It can be hard to think clearly after a couple of orgasms.”
“True,” Finn agreed, thinking about how out of his head he’d been days earlier.
“Or when you’re stuffed full and cock drunk, right, babygirl?”
Finn made a strangled noise. Jesus, how could he—Robbie sounded so mild, like he was confirming how Finn took his coffee and not asking if he would go brainless when Robbie finally fucked him.
“R-right.”
Finn needed to hang up before Robbie talked him into phone sex. He had an appointment to get to; he didn’t have time for the kind of orgasm Robbie kept wringing out of him.
At least he’d now been thoroughly distracted from any potential anxiety.
“I’m hanging up now before you can talk me into anything. I’ll see you later. After my meeting. Bye, Robbie.”
“Later, sweetheart. Good luck,” Robbie said back.
Robbie putdown his phone, grinning, despite the fact that Finn had called to tell him that their rendezvous would be delayed. Finn would be worth the wait.
Until then, Robbie could continue to clean and organize the den, a space that apparently needed a top-to-bottom overhaul today while Robbie waited on his lawyer and Finn.
Except when Eugene did call, he didn’t have good news.
“Lotus position, brah,” he said grimly, which was basically Eugene code forsit down and take some deep breaths.
Robbie’s ears rang, but he did his best. He got his legs crossed under him and didn’t black out from anticipation. “You heard about the visitation injunction?”
“Not yet.”
Fuck, so the situation wasworsethan Sawyer having to see Robbie’s awful parents after all? “Eugene. Spit it out.”
He knew it was bad when Eugene dropped his usual laid-back country drawl. “Your parents filed a counterclaim. They’re going to fight you for custody.”
The bottom fell out of Robbie’s stomach. “Oh Jesus.”
“Deep breaths,” Eugene reminded him. “You have a good lawyer on your side. There is plenty of precedent for barringpeople like them from visitations, never mind custody. They’re older, they’re bad for Sawyer’s mental and emotional well-being, you can give him a more comfortable life, he already has a home established with you—”
Nodding, Robbie let Eugene’s affirmations wash over him and tried to keep breathing. “Okay. Okay. You’re right. We’ve got this.” Somehow he kept his heart from beating out of his chest. “Now what?”
“Hurry up and wait. We’ve got our documents in order. I’ll set up a time to come over and talk to you and Sawyer about how to get your point across in the hearing without venturing too far into emotional territory, because that can work against you just as much as it works for you. For now, until we get a court date—for thisandfor the injunction—we’re just sitting on our hands. So like… try to think positive.”
Robbie wanted an Advil. “You’re so lucky I have experience with that.”
“Sitting on your hands?”
“Thinking positive,” Robbie said dryly. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, I gotta go. I better break this to Sawyer before he finds out some other way.” So much for his plans with Finn. He hung up the phone and took a deep breath. “Sawyer!”
