Page 15 of The Barn: Frost and Q
“Mmm.” Was it? God, was it about to be high season? Why hadn’t Frost left to train with a crew. Or fly them? He was still in great shape and could still fight fires.
“Well, the subs decided to draw names to get one of the Doms a gift. Just to show our appreciation.” Kendal’s cheeks heated. “I picked Mr. Carson.”
Ah. And there it was. Carson made all the subs kinda stupid. “And?”
“And I need to know what to get him.”
“What’s the spending limit?”
Kendal told him. That would never buy Carson a bottle of his favorite whiskey, so… “Well. He likes cards. Like card games and weird playing cards from all over the world.”
“Like tourist ones too?”
“The uglier the better.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it. That’s a total win.”
“No problem, kiddo, have a good day.”
Kendal offered him a shy grin. “I don’t suppose that you want to come have lunch? It’s grilled cheese and tomato soup day.”
What a sweetheart, but God no. “No, honey, I just finished doing physical therapy, and I’m tired and sweaty and not hungry. I appreciate it, though.” That was a lovely invite, but he wasn’t feeling like company. In fact, he wasn’t feeling like doing much of anything except for possibly just going back to bed. That was self-care, right?
He called for the elevator, and as soon as the doors opened, Boone slipped into the elevator with him, startling the hell out of him. “Hey?”
“Hey, you, where are we going?”
Q arched an eyebrow. “Well, I was going to my room.”
“Oh good. We’re going to have grilled cheese and tomato soup delivered to us. I’m hungry.”
“Oh.” Fucker. “Are you coming up?”
“I am. Thanks for the invitation.”
He rolled his eyes and reached out and pinched Boone hard in the butt.
“Ow!”
Q snorted. “Oh, that was very Dommy of you.”
Boone grinned at him. “Would it be easier if I did it really low? You know, owww.” He croaked it like a big frog, andQuentin found himself laughing, even though he didn’t really want to.
“That’s better. I often think toad when I think of Doms. Seriously, I’m tired and I’m going to bed.”
“No, you’re tired and you’re going to sit and talk to me and have lunch.”
He shook his head, bouncing his leg. “Don’t you have something to do?”
“Not right now. Soon there’s going to be lots of fun stuff happening…”
Something fun? He hadn’t been informed of any new activities.
“So do you want to know where Frost is?”
Quentin shook his head. “No, not really.”
Why? Why would he want to know? What was Frost doing?
