Page 6 of The Barn: Frost and Q
Q didn’t even hesitate. Or address the second half of his question. “So you know that Dom I was telling you that I warned everybody about? The one that Carson went and checked on? He’s wandering around outside.”
Frost rolled his eyes. “We don’t lock people in their cabins, Q. If he wants to walk at o’dark thirty, he totally can.”
“I realize that, asshole,” Q snapped. “But he’s naked, and it’s cold.”
“Naked?” Okay, that was weird. He would admit that. And it was probably an insurance liability. “All right, where’s he headed?”
“It looks like he’s going down to the shore. He’ll die if he gets in that water. I want to hire physical security, but first, I want you to go out there and stop the naked guy from drowning.”
He had so many questions. So many up to and including what the hell was Q doing up watching security footage at four in the morning? Was he sitting there with a bowl of popcorn watching for bears and otters? They did have trail cams as well as security ones.
“Are you going to help or not?”
“Of course I’m going to help; it’s my job.” Frost went for some clothes.
“And just think, I thought it was being a dick. Go out there and stop it.”
“Watch your mouth, baby boy. I will blister your ass.” He was not above spanking Q until he cried.
“You’ll fucking try.”
He had to admit, it turned him on so hard when Q was being a naughty little fucker. But right now, he didn’t need that distraction.
“All right, keep talking. Tell me where he’s headed. I’m getting dressed, and then I’m going to keep you on the phone with me, so you can give me directions while I walk. Keep trying to get a hold of Boone and Carson.”
“Yes, Sir. Are you going to approve a budget line item for security? This would be a great idea. A nighttime security guard, two of them, so that one of them could get a night off. Be evenbetter if you found a pair that was a Dom and a sub, and then they could just always be working together.”
“If I found a pair who were a Dom and sub, then they’d both have four shifts that they wouldn’t be together, and somebody would end up bitching at me.” Frost didn’t know about working with one’s sub. It sucked for him.
“No, they’d bitch at Boone, because you don’t do people. He does. And that would be amusing.”
He threw on his jeans and a sweatshirt and stomped into his boots. “Yeah, yeah. I’m just the money guy. Okay, I’m heading out, so point me and shoot me.”
“All right, you’re going to go west from where I see you.”
“You have cameras pointed at my entrance?” Why did that give him a happy?
“I have cameras pointed everywhere. I could probably tell you the last time you took a piss. Now walk.”
“You do still love me.” Frost took off at a jog.
Q ignored that jab. “So, you’re at the road now. I need you to take a left and keep going, and you’re going to come to a little—it looks like a little opening in some bushes. You’re going to have to hurry because he’s damn near at the water’s edge.”
“All right, be prepared to call medical in. One way or the other, something’s wrong with this guy. He’s either suicidal, he’s stupid, or he’s sleepwalking.”
“I’m voting for sleepwalking, personally. But you’ve got it. I’ve got Boone on text finally. He’s heading toward your direction.”
Thank God. “All right, I’m almost there.”
“Slow down. You’rerightthere.”
He saw the opening, and then, as he went through, he saw the gleam of the moon on this guy’s very pale, very naked body. “Name?” he barked at Q.
“Nathan. Nathan Barre.”
He stepped up slowly, calling out. “Nathan. Is everything all right? That water is going to be really cold.”
He didn’t get any response, and when he walked around to the front, he’d be damned. They were right. That son of a bitch was asleep.
