Ross had this feeling he’d be seeing a lot of the man in the future.Good thing he’d already saved the thief’s number.
“To less trouble in the future,” Jarek offered, lifting his glass.
Now, Ross could definitely drink to that.
Final Incident: The Best Laid Plans
Seven years later
Ross walked out of the Morganstein CPA office building with a sigh.It was something of a standard in this day and age, to have two jobs.Ross might be the only one insane enough to do it just because he wanted to, not because finances demanded it of him.But after spending nearly six years getting a degree, he’d wanted to use the damn thing.Sue him.
Or at least, that had been his thought when he’d graduated.But it turned out forensic accounting was even more boring in real life than it had been in school—who’da thunk—and doing that part time while working for the clan full time was taking a toll on Ross.
Something had to give.He’d prefer it not be his sanity, please and thank you.Which was why he’d given his two weeks’ notice today.His boss had offered a raise and pleaded with him to stay full time, drop the other job.Ross had very politely turned him down.
As much as the clan drove him nuts, that was where his priorities really lay.Them.Not a job that required he sit in a cubicle and stare at a screen until his eyes crossed.
But that onerous job was done.The weekend stretched out ahead of him invitingly.It was Friday night, and if things went well, he might be able to get Glenn alone for a little romantic time.They hadn’t seen much of each other the past two weeks, their schedules not really overlapping.Ross intended to change that.
The one thing he would not risk was his relationship with Glenn.He wouldn’t lose that man just because he’d gotten sucked into work and insanity.And quitting a job he didn’t really enjoy was a small sacrifice to pay.
He slung himself into his SUV, pulling his tie off and breathing deeply.It always felt so good to take that thing off.Better.
His phone pinged as he put it into the holder.
Glenn:Out of work?
A smile on his face, Ross typed back,I am.What’s up?
Dinner out?
Oooh.Dinner outside meant no interruptions from clan mates.Maybe Ross could get a little game on.Drag Glenn to a hotel for some fun sexy times.Dinner out sounded FANTASTIC.
There was glee in his heart as he answered,Yes.ETA fifteen.
See you soon, then.
Ross nearly put the phone back and drove home.Then thought better of it.He sent a message through the clan’s group chat.
If anyone interrupts us tonight, I will personally murder them, bury them out in the woods, and put an endangered plant on their graves.
All he got back was laughing emojis.
He’d warned them.Ignoring that warning would be their problem, not his.
Ross was a happy little clam as he drove home.He missed Glenn fiercely sometimes.Even though they now lived together, they were on entirely different sleep schedules.He didn’t get as much one-on-one with his handsome lover as he would like.
Two more weeks, he promised himself as he navigated through the city streets.Two more weeks of this crazy living alone together situation, and then he could adjust back to Glenn’s sleep schedule.That would be so much better.
He hadn’t told Glenn he was doing this, quitting the job.Ross had wanted to make that decision on his own, and honestly, after the shit-show that was this week, it was an easy decision to make.It was why he was doubly glad he and Glenn were going for dinner tonight.It would give them the privacy necessary to talk about it.
That, and possibly turning Ross.Fiadh had been nosing around more recently, not just showing up once a year and threatening to turn him.Now she was coaxing him along as if needing to seduce him over to the idea of becoming a vampire.It wasn’t actually necessary anymore.Ross hadn’t wanted to look permanently twenty-one, was all.Now that he was twenty-eight, he felt far more comfortable in his own skin.This felt like the right age to be turned.
Besides, his mother had gotten turned years ago and loved it.If he didn’t act fast, he’d catch up to her in age, and just the idea of that made him shudder right down to his dark soul.No, thank you.
And he didn’t want Glenn going into the future without him there.They were wholly committed to each other, and Ross needed to step up his game to make sure it stayed that way.
As he drove into the clan’s territory, he spied Glenn waiting at the tail end of the Aston, lounging against it like a car model waiting for a photographer to show up.He wore his favorite suit, the dark blue navy that fit his body to a tee, and Ross perked up seeing that.Whenever Glenn wore that suit, something special usually followed.
