“I bet he could use somebody who is as much of a go-getter as you. He’s not the best marketer on earth.” Jeb was the owner of the Badger Brewery and Pub, which was a nice, solid, blue-collar bar. Not long after he’d opened theplace, he’d gotten married and his omega had had a baby himself, so maybe he could use the help. Who knew? If the idea intrigued Nick, why not let him approach Jeb about it?
They headed inside once they got their bags out of the truck, and Devon met them at the door. The house smelled like red sauce and bread, and it was a wonderful thing. He got a kiss, but it was Nick who got a long, hard hug.
“I heard you had a bad day,” Devon said. “It’s a good thing you like lasagna.”
“Oh my God, who gave you his granny’s red gravy recipe?” Nick teased. “Of course I love lasagna.” Nick took a deep breath, pulling in the air. “You’re a lucky man, Laird.”
“I know it.” He winked at Devon. “Let’s go put our stuff upstairs and wash up, then we can come help. Is that okay, baby?”
“Sounds perfect to me.” Devon gave him a sweet, soft grin.
Nick saluted and started up the stairs with his go-bag, but Laird stopped so he could give Devon another kiss. “Thank you, love. He’s totally not feeling it today.”
“Really harsh, huh?”
“Ugly enough that it has him questioning his longevity as an EMT.”
“Well, if he needs work somewhere else, I can give him references.” Devon walked him to the base of the stairs, arm around his waist, that big belly pressed against his side.
“I’m not sure he’s even gonna stay in the medical side of things. Who knows? He’s got some money saved up, so he could invest in something, if you can think of anything over dinner.” Laird shrugged, letting Devon run with that one.
“I’ll put my massive brain to it,” Devon winked. “But we might get him to talk to Ben, you know? Raven’s husband? He says there’s always a bunch of guys hanging around thegym who are talking about things that they want to do business-wise.”
“Yeah, but are any of them actually going to start a business, or do they all just talk?”
Devon laughed, a throaty chuckle that made Laird’s whole body perk up. “I bet some of them manage it. Ben says a few have really good ideas.”
“We need to have them over for dinner. Raven and Ben.”
Devon raised an eyebrow. “I’m making enough food for a small army. Do you want me to call them?”
“Why not? That way Nick and Ben can talk business investments.”
Devon grunted and grimaced, but then took his hand and put it on his belly. “You feel that?”
Baby Cameron was kicking.
“That’s my boy; feel him go.”
Devon gasped and stared at him, eyes wide. “You know?”
Dammit. He rolled his eyes, going for super dramatic. “You told my mother, baby. The entire town knows. Everyone’s just being very sweet, pretending that they don’t.”
Devon whacked him and then cracked up, holding his belly as he shook with it. “Well, in that case, Laird McCallum, meet Cameron Raven McCallum, your son.”
“Yeah! My boy. Pretty cool huh?” Laird took another long kiss, forcing himself to pull away before it got too much deeper.
Nick was waiting, and he didn’t want to get riled up without being able to do anything about it. Same with Devon. The last thing he needed was a horny, pregnant lover and company.
Devon smiled at him, patted his ass. “I’m going to callRaven and see if they want to come to supper. They don’t even need to bring the Pack ’n Play. We have one.”
“We do. Amazing, huh?” God, he was becoming one of the “alphas with kids” group instead of the footloose and fancy-free guys. Wild.
He headed upstairs to change and wash up, meeting Nick on the landing on the way back. “Beer? Or you want wine since it’s Italian night?”
“Oh, I might take a glass of wine. I’ll go get cleaned up. I really do appreciate this, man.”
Laird nodded. “Of course. You’re my friend, man. You’re always going to be welcome here.”
