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“It’s a good idea.”

“I’d love to be a part of it,” Blake said. “I’m always looking at ways to give back.”

We discussed strategies, numbers, dates, and what talent we could get.

“Excuse us,” Blake said. “There are some people we need to catch. We’ll be right back.”

After they were gone, I glanced over at Brock. He’d been squirming for the last twenty minutes. “Are you bored, sweetheart?”

“Do I look bored?”

I kissed him. “More like you want me to take you away and do dirty things to you.”

He bit his lip. “Watching you in action has an effect on me.”

“Really?” I brushed my hand on the inside of his thigh until I found my prize. Brock bit back a moan as he pushed against my hand.

Blake and Danny returned, but I stood and shook their hands. “I’m going to ravish my boyfriend now. Can I have Mitch call to arrange a meeting?”

“I’ll have my agent call him. The person in charge of the convention center is Greta Majors. She can handle all the planning on our end,” Blake said, handing me a business card. He pulled his boyfriend closer. “Enjoy the rest of your trip.”

And we did. We spent the rest of our time in Point Pleasant in our room. And when we came together, it felt needy and sweet, like we were trying to hold on to something special.

* * *

I didn’t wantthe weekend to end, but Brock had classes and work the next day. I had meetings with Mitch and the real estate agent over the properties I was looking at. I just wanted everything to stop. Why did reality have to suck so much? And why did getting Brock all to myself and knowing what it could be like if we didn’t have to hide make everything harder?

And it wasn’t just that. It was this feeling of doom. Ben knew or thought he knew about us. Regina knew. And I still hadn’t told Brock. The way he’d freaked out about Ben made me nervous to tell him about his mom. I rubbed the back of my neck. It wasn’t fair to keep it from him. I just hadn’t wanted to ruin our weekend. Should I wait until we got home or tell him now?

I glanced over. He was curled up in the seat—the seat of my car—sound asleep. It could wait.

And hell, he might be okay with it. He didn’t want to hide. I was the holdout. He didn’t want to hurt Sean, so he wasn’t in a rush to do it, but Regina had been right. Brock deserved more than hiding away.

I just wasn’t sure I could give him more.

We were almost there when he blinked and stretched. Thank God the traffic was light because my eyes were drawn to his strip of exposed skin.

“Perv,” he said with a grin as he settled back in his seat. I reached for his hand and held on. I could drive one-handed the rest of the way, right?

His phone rang, and the sound came through the car speakers. I forgot Brock had synced his phone so he could listen to his music and not old-people music, which had earned him abratand a smack on the leg. Mom popped up on the display.Shit

“Brock, listen—”

“Great. I bet Sean blabbed about me going away. And she wants to interrogate me about the guy.”

My stomach churned. I was going to be sick.

He punched the button to connect the call. “Mom?”

“We need to talk, Brock,” she said, her voice hard. “Now. And bring your sugar Daddy with you.”

CHAPTER12

Brock

I was physicallyand emotionally exhausted from our trip, which had been amazing except for the crash back to reality. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with my mom. I wasn’t surprised she’d figured out Joshua and I were—whatever we were doing—together. I never could sneak anything by her. We followed Mom to the kitchen, and she offered us refreshments. She was being extra hostess-y. Oh Lord, this was going to be a disaster.

“Where’s Angel?” I asked.

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