Page 22 of Never Too Late for Love
He had no concerns about his future, because he’d planned for retirement. He was renting out his condo and wasn’t selling it. So all he’d have to worry about was the sixty-day escape clause if he had to get renters out because he needed to move back there. This wasn’t about not wanting to lose them because of materialistic reasons, or feeling insecure about his financial future.
He didn’t want to lose them because he knew it’d break his heart, and he was tired of having his heart broken.
Bob had special things with Landry and was developing more all the time. He had special things with Tilly—including getting to have swaths of time without sharing her.
Bobneededthis tangible connection to Cris, the one who risked getting short-shrifted in terms of time spent together.
Cris and Landry took KC with them to work on Monday while Bob spent the day at Tilly’s office with her, getting to know the people he hadn’t yet met in person, even though he’d e-mailed, Skyped, and talked with them on the phone.
Cris and Landry had made it home first and had dinner underway when Bob and Tilly walked in.
He felt exhausted, mentally drained, but in a good way. The job would get easier once he was more familiar with it and the people, and he knew that.
They exchanged greetings with each other and KC. As Tilly took KC to go give her a bath before dinner, Landry followed, leaving Bob and Cris in the kitchen. Cris glanced down the hall after them, then pulled Bob in for an X-rated kiss that started Bob’s cock throbbing and left him feeling not nearly as exhausted as he had before.
“What’s your schedule Wednesday night?” Cris asked.
“About like today.”
“Guy’s still in business. He’s moved, though. He’s in Pasadena now. I’ll pick you up from Tilly’s office. We’ll grab dinner after. Landry’s conditions are that I film it and take pics, and that he will be the one to tell Tilly.”
The good kind of fear rippled through him. “Yes, Sir,” he whispered.
This wasreallygoing to happen.
Cris palmed his cheek. “My good boy. Any questions?”
“Just one.”
“Yes?”
“You’re sure that means what you said it means, right? He didn’t, like, getsouptattooed on your ass, did he?”
Cris grinned. “I thought about that later and checked. It’s accurate.” He pulled Bob in, foreheads touching. “She’ll own you, he’ll own, you, andI’llown you,boy.”
Along with the fear ran relief. The more they did, the less likely they would be to want to reverse this and say good-bye to him.
“Yes, Sir. That’s what I want.”
* * * *
The ride in to work that morning had been…interesting.
Fortunately, KC had fallen asleep in the back seat. Cris knew the only way to deal with it was to deal with it, deal with it quickly, and head-on. Landry had been thumbing through e-mails on his work phone while Cris drove.
“Need a quick…discussion, Sir.” Cris knew they were supposed to be vanilla.
Something like this, he needed the protocol.
Landry turned to look at KC, then back to Cris. “Yes?”
“Bob made a request of me on the plane ride out. He wants to get his tat this week.”
He hadn’t needed to look at Landry to sense the intensity of his green gaze on Cris.
“He did, did he?” Landry drawled.
Whew. Amusement.
