“Best scenic route I ever took.” I raised my glass of wine, and we all toasted to my new mates.
When it was time to leave, my parents had won over both Kyle and Griffith. This was a win-win.
On the way out, Dad took me aside. His earrings jingled as he whispered something into my ear. Shock went through my system like being struck.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m usually not wrong about these things.”
Back in my car, the guys began to pepper me with questions.
“Are they always so nice, or were they just being polite?” Kyle asked.
“Do your parents always kiss you that way?”
“They have all those servants, yet they said they never hired nannies or mannies. Is that true? Were they always hands-on in raising you?”
While we sat idling in the driveway, I answered each of their questions one by one. My parents were not just being polite; they always kissed me when they greeted me or when I was leaving, and they were quite hands-on in raising me together.
There was one other thing I was bursting to tell my mates, but I decided to wait until after we got to my house, where we planned to stay for a few days.
We pulled up my driveway and they gasped.
“It’s not as elaborate as my parents’ place, but it’s all mine.”
“Falkan, I feel you’ve misled us,” Kyle said.
“What?”
“We knew you had money, but this is a huge house.”
“Only six bedrooms, six baths.” I put my hand over my mouth. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say ‘only’ again.”
“But look at this yard,” Griffith said. “It’s huge.”
It was desert landscape, but embellished with boulders and, to reflect the lusher higher elevation, trees and a shallow creek running parallel to the road. A small flat bridge that was part of my driveway allowed us to safely cross.
When we entered the front door, I said, “Now, I don’t want you guys to feel pressured just because it’s a nice place. We canlive anywhere in a nice place. So, don’t worry about that. If you guys don’t feel right here, speak up.”
“Your dad said the neighbors here are all nice, and they’re friends. And everyone wants to meet us,” Kyle said.
“Dad doesn’t lie.”
“And he said your flight has a lot of threesomes as fated mates, so we’d fit right in,” Griffith chimed in.
“That’s true.”
They moved ahead of me, practically crashing into each other to get to see every downstairs room and the kitchen. They kept calling out, “Wow, look at this!” They announced all details they loved.
Upstairs, it was the same. They explored like men on a mission. I stood back and let them go. Hell, if they wanted to scent-mark the place, I’d be the happiest guy. But again, no pressure.
When they finally sat on my couch to rest, I brought them drinks and sat facing them.
“Well?”
“We discussed this while you were getting drinks,” Griffith said. His face looked grave.
“Yeah.” Kyle scrunched his face into a frown.
