I knew I couldn’t jump to conclusions, but it was hard not tohope that this was the moment I’d been waiting more than two months for.
“I mean, yeah, Nash will probably want to come, but yeah, I’ll come. Absolutely.”
“Okay, but we need to leave now so I’m not late.”
“Of course, yes,” I stammered. “I’ll get Nash and we’ll meet you at the car. I just need to wash my hands.”
I was talking and moving at the same time.
My son is speaking to me.
I was in such disbelief over that fact that I was practically shaking by the time I reached the barn. “Nash! Nash!”
I heard something crash in the barn and then Nash came flying out of it, gun drawn.
“What? What is it?” he yelled as he began scanning the back yard. He grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him.
“No, it’s… no,” I said as I grabbed his arm and turned him around. “It’s fine. Reese needs us to drive him to his therapy session.”
“What?” Nash asked, completely confused. He was still looking for danger.
“Nash, we need to go. Reese asked me to take him because Gage and Phillipe are stuck in traffic. But we need to go right now.”
“Everett, calm down,” Nash said.
I knew I was making a fool of myself, but I didn’t care.
“Nash, please, I know I’m being an idiot, but please, can we just go? I don’t want to keep him waiting.”
Nash studied me for a moment, then checked the back yard once more. Reese had already made it to the house, so it was just us. He bent and brushed his mouth over mine in the swiftest of kisses. “Okay, let’s go,” he said as he grabbed my arm and led me to the house. I rushed through washing my hands and managed to meet Reese at the front door.
“Nash is pulling the car around,” I said nervously.
Reese nodded. I opened the door for him and then followed him through it. I expected him to head for the ramp Gage had built for him, but he went for the stairs instead. I held my tongue as hecarefully worked his way down each step, leaning heavily on the cane for support. I really wanted to take his arm to offer him something else to lean on in case he needed it, but I wasn’t about to push my luck with him.
Nash had the car waiting at the base of the steps. Reese took the back seat, so I took the front, since I knew it would probably make him uncomfortable if I sat in the back with him.
Nash got the car moving. To Reese he said, “Do you know the address? I can put it on the GPS up here.” He motioned to the screen on the dashboard.
“Um, yeah,” Reese said. He pulled out his phone and looked up the information, then gave it to Nash.
The silence between us grew after that, but I was too afraid to ask Reese any of the millions of questions I had for him. Even the simple question of, “How’s therapy going?” was stuck in my throat. I knew Nash probably wouldn’t ask Reese anything so personal because Nash was playing his part of my Secret Service agent. He was supposed to be seen, not heard.
It wasn’t until Nash got us on the interstate that the silence was broken.
By Reese.
“How was the wedding?”
I managed to answer, but it felt like I was stumbling over my own words. In my mind, I was panicking that he somehow knew that the wedding had served multiple purposes, including a chance for his father to have some true alone time with the two guys he was fucking behind Reese’s back.
“It was beautiful. Very intimate,” I added, then cursed myself because all that did was make me think of the way Gage, Nash, and I had made love that night. It’d been one of the most moving experiences of my entire life. There’d been no rush as we’d taken our time loving on one another. And it’d been more than just sex. After the first round of lovemaking, Gage had snuck down to the kitchen to find us some snacks, then we’d snuggled together under the covers and watched a scary movie that had even managed to scaremy big, burly men to the point that they’d practically been clinging to me.
“Gage said Vincent and his husband left for their honeymoon that night?”
“They did. They rented a cabin in Alaska somewhere. Middle of nowhere type thing.”
“Hmmm,” was all Reese said in response to that.
