“Are you sure?”
I’m not, but then who’s ever truly certain about anything? Knowledge is power, right? And knowing Aidan knows something I don’t is a recipe for disaster. “Tellme.”
“Okay... so he’s not a dancer anymore, and he lives in Cornwall. He’s got a boyfriend called Dylan, walks with crutches, and he does something with horses.”
“What?”
Aidan shrugs. “That’s all I’ve got from stalking, and half of my assumptions are probably wrong, but if it’s any consolation, he looks happy.”
“Is he still beautiful?”
“If you like that sort of thing.”
“What doyoulike?”
Aidan grins and kisses the tip of my nose. “I likeyou. But you knew that already. What do you want to do about Angelo? Do you want me to contact him for you?”
That he’s willing to speak to anyone who isn’t me, Bella, or the cat tells me, as if I ever needed reassurance, that hereallyloves me. I don’t know how to answer his question, though. Over the years, Angelo has become an almost mythical being who resides in the darkest parts of my brain. I’m not sure I’m ready to set him free. I shake my head slowly. “Not yet.”
Aidan nods and draws his hand from behind his back. His fingers are wrapped around a sprig of mistletoe. “I found this in the garden. Picked it up so Bella wouldn’t scoff it.”
“Do you want me to kiss you, Aidan?”
His smile is a mile wide. “Yeah, Ludo, I do.”
I kiss him. Once, twice, three times. Then I breathe in and kiss him again.
Curious About Angelo?
Ludo’s cousin, Angelo Giordano, first appeared in Garrett’s world in the debut book of the SKINS series, Dream. He goes on to appear in all four SKINS books, along with his gorgeous soulmate, Dylan. Check out the short excerpt below. The SKINS series is available on KU, in print, and now in audio.
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Dylan closed the door behind them and leaned back on it, watching as Angelo turned a slow circle in the hallway, his gaze flicking around the mesh of urban and vintage décor.
“This place is nice.”
“Thisis the weirdest day ever,” Dylan countered, and it truly was. For years, he’d kept most facets of his life separate, but today they’d collided and his brain had caught fire.
“?...?you did more for me a week ago when I railed you at Lovato’s.”
Was that true? Thinking back over their meeting that morning, it probably was.Brilliant. So you’re a better shag than you are a debt counsellor. Guess Angelo can use a fuck-hot blowjob to pay his overdraft then.
Dylan shook his head to clear it, struggling to match the Angelo, who’d apparently chucked him all over the basement room mattress, with the exhausted man he’d found in the interview room that morning. Both versions of Angelo Giordano weregorgeous, but what had happened in the eight hours since Angelo had dropped his bomb was all kinds of screwed up.
And now Angelo was in Dylan’s house.What the hell do I do now?
A hundred questions burned on Dylan’s tongue, but none seemed right. Water dripped from both of them onto the hardwood floor. Dylan watched the puddles grow until a violent shiver wracked Angelo’s slim frame and spurred him into action. “I’ll get some towels.”
He dashed to the airing cupboard and retrieved two towels, tossing one at Angelo when he returned to the hallway and pointing at the kitchen. “Come through.”
Angelo’s presence behind him was like a live hand grenade, and the silence that drowned them was too loud. Dylan flicked the switch on his wireless speaker as he passed. The Cooper Temple Clause drifted out, smooth and low, heady and deep, and did nothing to ease the scratchy friction in Dylan’s veins.
“The ‘Murder Song’? Are you sure it’s not you that’s the mad axe murderer?”
A dry chuckle caught in Dylan’s throat. He opened the fridge and found his last two bottles of Polish lager. “Here. It tastes like piss, but I make lousy coffee.”
“I’m sick of coffee. Been brewing it all day.”
