Page 55 of The Barn: Frost and Q
“Can you imagine trying to explain to him what Carson did for a living. What we do for a living?”
Frost shook his head. “No no no. Carson can do it. I need Carson to do it.”
“Maybe we could ask him if he’d like to apply for a personal assistant’s job.”
Frost pointed a finger at him. “Do not tempt me.”
Q shrugged one shoulder, going for nonchalant. “We could have Carson do the interviews. I could run the background checks.”
“You are evil. And brilliant. No wonder I adore you.”
He waited till the little guy walked back up to them before he said, “And I thought it was the hot sex.”
The kid blushed until his face matched his hair, but he also wiggled. Straight up wiggled.
“So, Josh, are you from here in Ketchikan?”
“Uh, no. No, I’m from Oregon. I came up here to do a nature study for my degree, and then I just stayed.” Those eyes were wide and a little worried.
“Neat.” He winked at Frost. “Well, I think we’re ready.”
“Perfect. What can I get you?”
They ordered, with Frost adding the halibut ceviche to share as well. His man might say he wanted a steak, but he loved his fish, too. Sweet little Josh stammered every time one of them looked at him, which was adorable instead of annoying, and by the time they got to the dessert, which was a cheesecake with cheesecake flavored mousse they got to take back to the hotel, he was utterly convinced that Josh needed to come work for them.
So he handed Josh a card with the debit card they used to pay the bill. “If you’re not set on Ketchikan, Josh, I’m hiring some assistants for the private club we co-own. Four or five guys whoaren’t afraid of same-sex couples, and who like to walk great big dogs and run a bunch of errands. It’s an island off Juneau.”
“Wow. Wow! For real?”
“Yep. Call that number tomorrow and we’ll set you up for an interview if you’re interested. And we’ll either fly you down or pay for the ferry.”
“That’s amazing. And you guys seem nice. Not like serial killers or anything.”
He snorted. “That takes way too much energy, hon.”
“Right.” Josh beamed at them. “I’ll totally call. Let me get your bill run.” He headed off, a pep to his step.
“You just made his year, baby,” Frost told him, holding his hand on top of the table.
“We’ll see how he feels when he gets to the club.”
“Want to make a bet?” Frost asked.
“No.” Frost never bet on anything unless he thought it was a sure thing.
They grabbed a drink at the pub in the hotel to take up with dessert, and they managed to get it all in the tiny elevator that was just for folks like him.
They got up to the room, and Frost locked them in, grinning as he toed off his boots. “Mmmm. Damn, baby boy. That was a fine thing.”
“The meal? Or Josh?” he teased.
“Oh, baby, Josh isn’t my type. Way too shy and accommodating.”
“Oh, man, listen to you.” He snorted. “Maybe I’ll just watch a movie.”
“Oh, I was thinking we should take a shower and let supper digest a little before we got acrobatic.” Frost’s eyebrows went up and down.
“That sounds great.” He’d seen a little shower seat, and it was a roll-in shower. Not that he was going to take his chair in there,but he didn’t have to worry about Frost holding him up. His hubs had really tried to think of everything on this trip.
