Page 35 of Gold Rush
In Goldie’s humble opinion, he should always feel that way. They went for a walk later that evening, and Murphy was losing his shit about them going out alone, but Goldie knew the city better than most. If anyone was following them, he’d know.
Hand in hand, down dark, treelined streets that were older than the city itself. The homes were Victorian and Craftsman, loaded with character, but he, for once, didn’t stare at them, wondering what it would be like to live in one.
Instead, he thought of living on a beach with Dean, watching him running along the sand as the sea sprayed him. Thatthought ran through his mind during the entire walk, while Dean cast flirtatious eyes at him every couple minutes.
“Where would you like to live? Like your dream place?”
“Hawaii, or maybe South America. I’ve always been fascinated with the cultures.”
“You’ve been?”
“Sure. Years ago. We spent almost a full summer in Brazil once, and I loved it. My father was buying land down there.”
Goldie had a lot of money, but he didn’t use any of it. Socking it away, he planned to use it to live a life much different from the one he’d known so far. Giving himself and Dean a sweet life would be his dream.
“What about you?”
“I don’t know,” he said with a sigh. “Maybe someplace just…far from anyone. I love being around people right now, but after all this, maybe, for a while anyway, just to be alone with a special someone.”
“Me. Take me with you.”
Goldie laughed and said, “I think you qualify as someone special.”
Chapter Ten
Theweekendwasamazing,though they were all missing Hippy. Dean stepped up wonderfully, and he made more tips than any of them.
Haze teased him as they were sitting around that early morning. “New guys, they always get more.”
“I don’t care. I’m rich,” he said, spreading his money out in front of him.
“Doesn’t hurt he’s exceptionally cute,” Mims said, giving Dean a wink.
Goldie glowed with that. “He did great.”
Murphy came over to the table and said, “Okay, get some sleep. We’ve got a group coming in tomorrow night from Detroit. They’re doing a show at one of the theatres and we’ve been selected for the after-party.”
That always meant big tips. Goldie asked, “How big?”
“Not sure yet, but I’m giving them the right-side backroom. So, get rest, and then do a short rehearsal tomorrow afternoon.”
Goldie saw he wasn’t the only one at the table to be relieved to be talking about the pub work again. It had been a long time since the BBC and other threats weren’t the top conversations.
He and Dean went to bed, but they didn’t go right to sleep. They made love for an hour before Dean fell asleep on his chest, and he felt the peace of the evening drawing him into his dreams as well.
Waking slowly, he felt little kisses on his face. He opened one eye and saw those blue eyes staring into his. “Morning,” Dean whispered. “Well, it’s one.”
“One? Shit. We have to rehearse.”
“Let’s shower first. I feel gross.”
“Good idea.”
They made it to the bathroom with their shower totes, but Cosmo was there. There went fooling around in the shower. “Hey, guys. Sorry if I’m invading your…you know.”
“No worries,” Dean said. “He gave it to me last night.”
“Dean!”
