Page 56 of The Barn: Frost and Q
He’d see how it went wrangling a giant lovebug dog on the way home tomorrow. Though, when he was told he was working, Yukon was pretty well-behaved. The trainers he’d been fostering with thought the club would be perfect for him, because he and Quentin could learn a lot of shit together.
And that, somehow, worked with his control freak tendencies.
“Cool. Want to just sit a minute?” Frost knelt down to take Quentin’s shoes off.
“Yeah. Getting back here was some work.” He was used to just his rooms, maybe dinner downstairs once a month, and PT. This had been wonderful, but he had to admit, he’d been nodding off over his curry just a little.
“No worries, baby. Just get up here and we’ll snuggle.”
“Mmm.” That really sounded like the best thing right now. He took off his outer henley and his belt, and he crawled up on the bed, Frost catching him when he might have pitched right over.
“Gotcha.” Frost got him all snuggled up, and they did turn on the TV, just low, the light and droning noise relaxing. “So, what are you looking forward to most?”
“About what? Yukon? Or the assistant hunt?”
“Both.” Frost ran a hand up and down his back.
“Well, with Yukon, I’m looking forward to training him, to having that new layer of confidence, and to the company when you go work.” He glanced up, glad to see Frost was smiling, not frowning. “With the assistants, I can’t wait for them to make Boone, Tug, and Carson nuts.”
“I hear that. Because they’ll be on the payroll, so that will make Carson insane.”
“It will.” He chortled. “And what do you bet Boone gets a dog?”
“That’s a sucker bet. I wouldn’t be surprised if Boone didn’t have a dog there right now, now that he knows what the plan is. The fact is, Boone is a man in need of a dog.”
“Like purse dog?” he asked, tickled shitless.
“Nah, that’s Tug.” Frost chuckled softly. “Tug is totally the purse dog type—I’m talking miniature dachshund or Chihuahua. Something that suits his size. But Boone? Boone needs, like, a Saint Bernard.”
His eyes lit up, because of course Boone did. “Oh, you are brilliant. We could totally get him a Saint Bernard. I think there was one at the shelter…”
“I think we should let him pick out his own dog, baby boy. I’m just saying if we happen to send a picture of the Saint Bernard over to him, and he happened to see it and want to go get him? That would be okay, but we still have to hire assistants.”
“We have one,” he pointed out.
“We have one possibility.”
Details, details. “Yeah, but he’s a cute possibility. Somebody’s going to snap him up and beat him and make him the happiest.”
Frost’s laughter shook his whole body. “Then you’d have to hire somebody else, so don’t you go there.”
Quentin chuckled softly, snuggling in. “You’re a bastard. You know that, right?”
Frost nodded. “I do. That’s why I wouldn’t sign the divorce papers.”
Sure, that was why. “I threw them in the fire.”
“You did, huh?” That got Frost’s attention.
“Yep. I never wanted to get divorced. I just wanted you to be able to let go of all the bullshit. I just wanted you to look at me like you’re looking at me right now and not just see that poor fucked-up guy in the hospital.”
“Oh, babe, I wasn’t seeing somebody fucked up. I was just… I felt so bad that I wasn’t able to fix it and that I couldn’t even stop it.”
“It sucked.” He looked up and met Frost’s eyes. “I don’t remember much of it. I think I remember him grabbing me on a run, but maybe I just remember being told that. I’m sure I was scared. Possibly just pissed off. I’m sure it was worse for you because you do remember it.”
Frost winced. “I remember it all.”
“I remember, I think, going for a run? And I remember waking up in the hospital. That’s it. Everything else I just know because I was told.”
