Trent kissed him back softly, “Are we okay?”
“We’re okay. We’re going to be okay.”
“God, when I heard her voice I…” Trent winced as if the horror of it gave him physical pain but Lance shook him off.
“No. We can’t. Not right now. I’m late for work. I have to go or people will ask questions. You’ll talk to her? Tell her that I’m not ready to… that she can’t…”
“I promise.” Trent nodded.
“Okay.” Lance took a deep breath for courage and then stepped away, “And we’ll talk tonight. There’s uh… we should talk some more, about what this means. About how we feel about each other. Right?”
“Right.” Trent smiled at him softly. “About how we feel about each other. Because we’re on the same page.”
“We’re on the same page.” Lance agreed, coming as close to saying the words as he’d ever imagined he could. But instead of saying those three little words, he just said, “See you tonight.”
He couldn’t deal with his realization right now. There wasn’t time. It would have to wait for tonight. He had work to do. Trent had promised he’d still be here when he got back, that he’d handle Lemon and everything would be okay. So tonight, when he got home from work, he’d tell Trent he was in love with him and then they’d figure out the future together.