“Hot chocolate, my mom always makes it for me when I’m having trouble sleeping.”
“Sure.” Duncan sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“So why are you up?” Jordan asked, placing a cup in front of him.
“Had a crazy dream,” Duncan answered before taking a sip of the hot liquid. He moaned at the sweet taste. “This is good,” he complimented.
Jordan sat beside him. “Thanks, old family recipe, although each time I make it, I feel like I forgot to add something.” Jordan took a sip of his own. “So, do you want to talk about the dream? I’m a pretty good listener.”
Duncan stared at Jordan contemplating what he should say.I don’t think me telling you I had a dream about fucking someone who sounds a lot like you will come off that great.
“No, not really. Just going through some things from work.” It wasn’t a total lie either. Besides the three deaths of his pack members, and them not being able to gather any information, someone had been trying to buy shares into his company. Which wasn’t unusual, but it was a large amount of shares at one time. Thankfully, he was able to stop them in time, his stock rose and so did the cost of his shares. Add to that his confusing attraction to Jordan that was plaguing his thoughts. He needed to change the subject. “I know that I’ve been busy for the past few weeks, but how are you adjusting?”
Jordan smiled. “Pretty good. I still think I would have made a better personal assistant than a nanny, but I like the twins.”
“And they like you.” He smiled back. “You mentioned your mom earlier, are your parents still alive?”
“And kicking,” Jordan chuckled. “Speaking of which, I wanted to ask your permission to tell my parents about my job. I hate keeping secrets from them. If it’s the matter of confidentiality, I can have them sign an agreement not to mention the twins to anyone.”
That was unexpected. “Are you close to them?”
“Very,” Jordan said with a bright smile on his face.
“Tell me about them.” Duncan realized other than Jordan’s work ethic, he knew next to nothing about the young man.
“My parents are the best, I simply adore them. They are very open-minded and accepting, more than any human beings should be. Sometimes I can’t believe they are my parents. I look more like my mom than my dad, or so I’ve been told.”
“Does your mom have the same white hair and red eyes like you?” Duncan asked. Jordan chuckled and to Duncan it sounded like the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He wondered how Jordan would sound when he came and immediately shut the thought off.
“No, although, she has a white patch in the center of her hair if that counts,” Jordan told him. “I don’t know,” he answered. “When I was a kid, my friends used to ask if I was adopted. Except for Bronx,” Jordan said with a smile. “He was the only one that didn’t question things.”
“Sounds like you had a great childhood,” Duncan commented.
“I did,” Jordan answered. “My parents took Bronx in as one of their own. When Bronx and I came out to our parents, his parents had a hard time dealing with it. Especially his dad, it had something to do with him being the only male and carrying on the family name and bloodline or some crap like that. A bit old fashion in my opinion. My parents told them the same thing. I don’t think Bronx’s parents liked me, for some reason they always acted strange around me. When I mentioned it to Bronx, he simply said they were idiots. But eventually they came around to the fact that he was gay. My mom and dad, on the other hand, brushed it off and asked what I wanted for dinner.”
Duncan chuckled, “Just like that?”
“Yup,” Jordan answered.
“That’s the second time you mentioned Bronx, who is he, your lover?” He ignored the nagging jealousy tugging at the back of his mind when Jordan’s face lit up like a Christmas tree at the mention of Bronx’s name.
“He was for a very short period of my life, but he’s my best friend since we were kids.”
“Why didn’t you guys work out?”Why the hell am I asking that question?
Jordan smiled. “As much as I love him, he’s not the one for me and I’m not the one for him,” he said, a serious expression crossed his face. “You ever have this feeling that there is someone out there for just you? That one person who knows what you’re thinking just by the look on your face. Someone who understands you and will accept you, warts and all? I’m not a big believer in fate and all that mystic crap, I just know in my heart that Bronx and I are better off as friends than lovers.”
Duncan nodded.
Jordan took a sip of his hot chocolate and looked at him. “That’s not me and Bronx. We are the best of friends, my brother in all but blood, but as a lover it just felt wrong in my opinion.”
Duncan understood, what Jordan was explaining sounded more like a mate.
“What about you?” Jordan asked cutting into Duncan’s thoughts. “Are your parents still alive?”
“My mom is still around. After my dad died, she decided to move in with her sister. The last time I saw her was six months ago at the funeral for my sister and brother-in-law. It was hard on her losing my dad, and just when she started moving on with her life Mari died. My dad was her one and only.”
“I’m sorry,” Jordan whispered, touching his forearm. His hand felt hot to Duncan’s skin.
