Bailey flicked me a glance. “Was run off for being gay. Our old man was a bigot.”
My heart clenched. “Oh, shit, I didn’t know the full story.”
Bailey nodded. “Shitty times, but we’ve got each other now.”
“And me.” I wrapped my arms around him from behind and kissed his neck. After a whole day spent with just him—fucking like bunnies, yes, but also talking and cuddling and reveling in our connection—I felt closer to him than ever. But a man still had needs. “Are you sure I can’t have a piece of that bacon?”
He laughed, which had been the goal, and shoved me away. “Stop distracting me, or I’ll never get these done.”
Bailey was always tempting, but something about seeing him so comfortable here, using the kitchen while dressed only in underwear and a tank top, was majorly doing it for me.
I took myself out of the kitchen before I sidetracked us both.
While Bailey finished up the appetizer and showered and dressed, I sent a Happy Thanksgiving message to the Redemption Road group chat. Matteo gave us meeting instructions there, reminded us of schedule changes, and other info, but we also just chatted each other up.
Me:
Happy Thanksgiving, guys. Hope you have a good one.
Hollywood:
Do I know you?
Tex:
Dozer? Isn’t he some hotshot mechanic with a new life?
Me:
Thanks, guys. I’ll try to forget you as quickly as you’ve forgotten me.
I knew they were just giving me shit, so I had to give it right back.
Matteo:
Happy T-Day, Flynn. Congrats on graduating the program. I’m proud of you.
Knight:
We’re happy for you, man. Jealous, too.
Me:
You’ve got no reason to be jealous, Knight. You’re next. You’re all next if you work the program.
Hollywood:
You’re starting to sound like a paid sponsor. Get out of here.
I was happy to do that, but I had one more message to send.
Me:
Ghost? You there, man?
Ghost:
Yes. Unfortunately.
