“Hey, now!”
“All I’m saying is, sixteen is a tough age, things are happening too fast.” Bo patted Lucky’s shoulder. “He’ll be fine. Give him time. He misses his mother but thinks he’s too old to admit it.”
Yeah, Charlotte had been gone longer than they’d intended, missing the start of Ty’s school year. Why did Atlanta schools have to start so danged early? “I miss my mother at times, and I’m one hell of a lot older than he is.”
“I miss mine too,” Bo said quietly.
Lucky held him tighter. There wasn’t anything he could say to ease Bo’s pain. Time to change the subject. “You said that you wanted kids someday. Is that still true?”
Without missing a beat, Bo replied, “I don’t think Charlotte would part with hers. She’s had them for years and all.”
Lucky snorted. “You know I’m not talking about Todd and Ty.”
Silence.
Crap. His nephews weren’t that bad, were they?
Lucky ran his hand up Bo’s back.
Bo stiffened. “Don’t start things you don’t intend to finish. It’s been a while.”
“I’m sorry,” Lucky whispered, stilling his hand.
“It’s okay,” Bo murmured against Lucky’s neck. “I understand you’re uncomfortable and wouldn’t ask you to do anything you’re unwilling to do.”
“I’m not unwilling.”
Bo planted a kiss on Lucky’s cheek. “Just not with teenagers in the house.” He snorted. “Let me ask you something. How old were you the first time you had sex?”
Oh, dear Lord. The haybarn of his youth flashed through Lucky’s mind, and the field hand who’d taught him more than hay hauling.
“Yes, Lucky, hard as it is to believe, they probably have too. They’re older than you remember. You haven’t been around teenagers much. You’ll get used to them and relax.” He wrapped his arm around Lucky and squeezed. “I’ll wait it out.” The hardon pressed against Lucky’s thigh accused Lucky of not being fair.
How could he possibly have sex with Bo, knowing only two closed doors separated him from the boys he used to babysit?
Young men. Not boys. Still.
He exhaled a harsh breath. “I’m sorry.” Maybe if they were legally married he’d feel differently. Maybe not. Charlotte hadn’t said anything to him about the boys’ feelings on a gay uncle. Surely they’d have said something if they had problems with Lucky having a male partner.
Or rather, Ty would. Loudly. Often.
Only to have his mother hand him his ass on a plate.
“Don’t be sorry.” The slowest, sweetest kiss said Bo meant his words.
Another potential problem crossed Lucky’s mind. “I saw Rookie Rogers at the Fun House today.”
“You don’t say,” Bo mumbled, voice sleepy.
“Yeah. He ran when I spotted him.”
“Lucky, anyone in the department with good sense runs when you spot them.”
True. But… “I think he was tailing us.”
“Why would he do that? It was probably just a coincidence,” Bo got out on a yawn.
Coincidence. Yeah. Lucky didn’t believe in those much.
