Page 7 of Back to You
Vincent swallowed what was left in his glass.“We might need to bring out the big guns.”
He was lucky Peter knew him so well.It meant that once the waitress came back with his drink, Peter told her to get their food to go.Vincent should’ve canceled dinner, but he wouldn’t do that to Peter.
“If I didn’t know you, I’d think you’re mourning him,” Peter said as they stepped out of the restaurant.
He was carrying the bag with their food, but he was close enough that the smell reached Vincent, who was starving.“Definitely not.”
“Oh, I know.I don’t think anyone is going to mourn him.What did your mother say?”
“I haven’t told her yet.The only one I’ve told is you.”
“She’s going to be happy.You said you talked to his lawyer.What did they want?”
Vincent looked around.The sidewalk was empty, and their driver was still a few minutes out.He couldn’t go into details, but he could give Peter an idea of what was going on.“He left me some money.”
Peter wrinkled his nose.“Do I want to know what he did to earn that money?”
“Definitely not, but I’ll tell you anyway.”
“I’ll listen, but I think what you have to do is pretty clear.”
“I think so, too.”
“So you’re not thinking about accepting that money?”
“Not for myself.”
Peter frowned, but before he could ask questions, their driver stopped in front of them.Vincent gestured at Peter to get in, which he did.They couldn’t continue their conversation without the driver hearing, so Vincent pressed his lips together and stared out the window.
The world was a better place now that Fulton wasn’t in it anymore, but did he really have to drop this in Vincent’s lap?Vincent was convinced he’d done it on purpose.Fulton might have claimed that he loved Vincent, but they’d both known that wasn’t true.Vincent has never understood why Fulton tried so hard to have a relationship with him, but if he had to guess, it was so he could manipulate him.Thatwas what Fulton was trying to do from the grave.
They spilled out of the car as soon as it stopped in front of Peter’s building.He lived closest to the restaurant, so Vincent had put in his address when he’d ordered the car.Peter was almost vibrating out of his skin as he led the way in, and Vincent found that he couldn’t stop the words from spilling from his lips.
“My father was a monster.He kidnapped shifters and sold them at auctions.His business was raided by the FBI, but he had hidden accounts that he left to me.I want to give that money to the shifters he hurt,” Vincent blurted out before they even reached the front door.
Peter gaped at him.He had the key in his hand and was reaching for the door, but he didn’t open it.No, his boyfriend, Lou, did.
Vincent almost swore when he saw the man.He’d forgotten about him, dammit.He hadn’t expected Lou to be at Peter’s apartment, but Peter should have told him.Vincent didn’t want to talk about his father in front of Lou.
Peter turned toward his boyfriend.“What are you doing here?”
So he hadn’t known Lou would be here?How had the asshole even gotten in?Had Peter given him a key?
“I was waiting for you.You’re late.”
“Today’s Friday.You know I always go out with Vincent on Fridays.”
Lou glanced at Vincent.From the way he looked at him, Vincent might as well have been a piece of gum stuck under his shoe.He glared back, hoping Lou could feel every bit of hatred he felt for him.
“I missed you,” Lou said, turning back to Peter.
Vincent saw Peter hesitate.He knew how complicated things were—even though there was an easy way to uncomplicate them by dumping Lou—so he decided to make things easier on all of them.“I’ll just head home,” he said, stepping back.
“You don’t have to,” Peter quickly said.“We can talk about your father.”
“We don’t need to.I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Actually, we have plans tomorrow,” Lou said.
