Page 2 of Silver Fox in Cedarwood

“Make sure he’s got his own form of income,” Aiden said. “That he’s okay with pets, that he’s not trying to move in on day two…”

“Son, I know.” He loved Aiden’s protective streak.

“I know you do.” Aiden’s brow furrowed. “I can’t help it. I’m a worrier.”

“And I appreciate it.” He hugged his son. “I’ll ask the appropriate questions when I meet someone. Not earlier.”Who’s the parent and who’s the child now?He hugged Matt. “Be good. Both of you. Come over whenever you want. Cissy and I are always open.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Aiden waved. “Call if you need help.”

Matt waved and followed Aiden out to the sports car.

Len stood on the porch and watched them leave. He’d had a decent relationship with Aiden, but when he’d dated Ross, he’d pushed his son away. Things were back on track and he had no desire to screw up again. He petted Cissy. “Well, Ciss, it’s just us. Think this is a good place? I do.”

Part of him enjoyed his freedom, but part of him preferred to be in a relationship. Having someone around was safe, comfortable and reliable.

Kind of like a dog.

Except a dog wasn’t there to warm the bed or kiss him good night.

“I’m going to the mixer,” he said. He wasn’t sure why he’d declared it, other than to force himself to follow through with his decision. Cissy didn’t care and wouldn’t answer him. As long as he returned, she’d be happy.

Len massaged his forehead and closed his eyes. Maybe he’d stay home. He could meet the neighbors any time. When he opened his eyes, a man was strolling up the front lawn.

“Hi,” the man said. “So you bought six-seventy-two. My name’s Brandon Newsome. I’m in six-seventy-six. It’s a good neighborhood. We’re all cozy.” He stuck out his hand. “How are you? Are you going to the mixer?”

Jesus.The guy talked a lot. Would he be able to get a word in edgewise? “I’m Len and yes, I bought this place.” Cissy growled and he scratched her head. He wasn’t sure if she thought Brandon was too chatty or a threat. Either way, if she wasn’t happy with him, then Len wasn’t either. “This is my rescue, Cissy. She’s very protective.”

“I can tell.” Brandon didn’t lean in to offer his hand or act like she existed. “So, the mixer, you should attend. People go there to meet, talk…some date. It’s a good time.”

Len’s pride flag waved on the porch. He nodded to the rainbow. “You do realize I’m gay? Is that going to be a problem?”

“No. I’m gay, too. Cleve, Devon, Sam and Norton are, too,” Brandon said. “The mixer is to get to know our neighbors. It’s a good time and while some date, most just have long chats.”

“I might attend.” He’d said he would, but wasn’t convinced. “Thanks for mentioning it.”

“I hope to see you there.” Brandon paused. “So you know, David will get with anyone who asks, Patrick has a thing for silver foxes, so be advised, and Devon only dates younger men.”

“I see.” He’d never remember who did what, but that didn’t matter. He wasn’t looking for a partner.

“Come and have a fun time,” Brandon said. “I’ll be there. See you.” He waved and walked down the lawn to the sidewalk.

Len pinched the bridge of his nose. Cissy trotted into the house first. He followed her, then closed the screen door. Part of him wanted to attend the mixer. He’d like to meet the others in the condominium development. But part of him wasn’t sure. He’d forgotten how tricky the dating game could be and didn’t want anyone to think he was on the prowl. Maybe no one would ask and he’d be able to fly under the radar.

Maybe.

At eight-thirty, he headed to the community room in the administration building. People were already milling about. Many stood together chatting. Len wished he’d brought Cissy. Since he’d left the courtroom full time, he’d realized he wasn’t much of a people person. Cissy relaxed people and encouraged conversation. He’d rather stay quiet and observe.

Brandon rushed over to him. “Oh, my God. I’m glad you arrived. I hoped you’d be here. The party is so dull. Come over here and I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

“I’m fine. I’m only staying for a moment.” He hadn’t brought a dish to share.

“Don’t worry about it. You need to meet people and we need your fresh face.” Brandon linked arms with him. “Let me introduce you to the guys. You know we really should get together some time. I’ve got a great wine selection.”

“Whoa.” He stopped in his tracks. “Are you asking me out?” Sure sounded like it.

“Yes.” Brandon held tight to Len’s arm. “You’re hot, young and we’re sexy together. It’ll be good.”

“How old are you? I’m probably old enough to be your father,” Len said.

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