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Lee raised an eyebrow. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that he wouldn’t make it easy for him.
“I can’t sign subs up without their consent,” he said before taking a sip of his drink. “Their handlers can, though.”
“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Just send me the form.”
“I expect to meet him, by the way.”
“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances.”
CHAPTER18
nathan
Nathan couldn’t wait.Ken had agreed to pick him up and drive him to the resort himself. He’d thought that Ken would be working by the time he arrived and hadn’t wanted to bother. Daddy had just scolded him about who made the decisions and reminded him—very rudely—that lunch breaks existed for a reason.
He didn’t think that reason was meeting a boy at the Y Transit Center or helping him unpack, but he wasn’t complaining either.
After the kind of untimely visit from his parents last week, he hadn’t had lots of downtime to text and talk with Daddy the way he’d wanted to. Nathan missed him, for fuck’s sake.
He missed someone he’d only really been with for a week, their texts notwithstanding.
It was easy to vanquish his worries about moving too fast, though—definitely easy as he spotted Ken right outside, sporting one of those sexy long coats and a suit that made him look way too respectable for his own good.
“Do you always wear suits to work?” was, of course, the first thing he blurted out as soon as they were within hearing range.
“Wow.” Ken snorted. “I missed you too, brat.”
Nathan paused. Apparently, he hadn’t been aware of how much he’d needed to hear that coming from the older man or how much pressure it would take off his chest.
“I missed you so much, Daddy!” he blabbered on, his tone probably too high-pitched before he was throwing himself at Ken, suitcase forgotten on the sidewalk.
Ken’s arms were tight, pressing Nathan against his chest. A shiver racked through Nathan’s body, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down stupidly. Daddy’s cologne reminded him of a rainy forest, which he’d always found comfort in, but the most comforting thing was the warmth emanating from his body. It heated Nathan right up in all the best ways.
“I’m hungry,” he mumbled.
“I have food in the car.” Ken chuckled. “Come on, it should still be warm.”
It was.
Nathan hadn’t had any doubts about it. He gobbled down the sandwich in record time, hardly processing what was in it. He’d been anxious all day—all week, really—and that meant he ate.
A lot.
“When am I going to see you then?”
“Depends,” Ken hedged. “Are you planning to stay at the resort?”
“I mean, it’s paid for.” Nathan tilted his head to the side. “And I should be trying to interview the organizers or something.”
“Do you have a plan on how to do that without giving it all up?” Ken teased.
He shrugged. “I’ll just wing it.”
A very solid plan, in his not so humble opinion.
“You could spend your day there while I’m working and try to catch the staff in between the pet training activities, and spend the nights at my place,” he offered as they drove toward the resort Nathan had gawked at way too many times online.
“W-what?”
