“Parlent’ils français?”Angus rolled his eyes and waggled his eyebrows.“Pig Latin’s out of my league.”
“Behaving is out of your league,” JP shot back, shaking his head and glaring.He was having a blast.
“I’m gonna go play, Daddy, okay?”
“Okay.Don’t hit anything but the pucks.”Ian’s voice was warm and fond, amused.“Seriously, Angus?Hockey sticks.”
“What?They’resoft.And so are the pucks.She’s not going to put out anyone’s eyes with any of them.”
Mike snorted, settling across the way from Angus.“You don’t know Tori very well…”
“She’s my mini-me,” Angus declared.“Gonna be a pocket goalie.”
“No puckers!No goal!”he cheered.That had been the funniest thing he’d seen in days.
Ian rolled his eyes, but he could tell his Chou was amused.He grinned and blew his husband a kiss.
Ian winked at him.“So, Angus.You’re moving back to town?Seriously?That’s exciting.Where are you house hunting?”
“Well, right now this neighborhood has a lot going for it.”Angus gave Mike a once-over.
“It’s a great area.”Ian seemed totally confused.
JP would fill him in later, given he’d missed Angus being a dog with his tongue hanging out.
“We could be neighbors.”Angus looked pleased with himself.
“I think there’s a condo next to you, Mike, isn’t there?”Ian asked.
Mike’s eyes went wide.“What?”
Angus lit up like a Christmas tree.“Is there really?We could take a walk over, and you could show me.”
“After supper, maybe?It’s a beautiful night out there.”Ian was just making Mike stare and Angus beam.It was…insane.
It was better than one of those telenovelas he used to watch when he had nothing else to do down in Florida.
“So are we playing cards then?”Mike asked, looking desperate to change the topic.
Ian nodded happily.“Sure.I figure we have an hour before supper.Come to the table?Or do you want to play around the coffee table here, love?”
JP just grinned.He was having a blast.“I’m easy.”
“Let’s just play here, then.I’ll grab the cards and a pad of paper.”Ian leaned down for a kiss.
He slid his hand behind Ian’s head to keep him in place for a minute, taking a proper kiss before letting go reluctantly.They did have guests, after all.
“Ew.Gross.”Mike winked at him.“That’s my brother, man.No macking on him.”
“But he’s my husband, so macking on him is entirely my prerogative.Probably should even be encouraged.”
“You have to admit,” Angus drawled.“It’s a little hot.”
Mike stared at him.“Ew!”
JP burst out laughing.Of course Mike didn’t think it was hot – Ian was his brother after all.But their mixed reactions were a hoot.
“What’s funny?”Ian asked, coming back with a deck of cards and a pad of paper, pencil included.
