Page 88 of Boss of Attraction
We turned off the road and checked in with the Secret Service agents posted at the entry gate of their property. Thankfully, Declan had been previously cleared by the agency so there wasn’t an issue of him being with me. Once they reviewed our identification and inspected our vehicle, we were waved through. I followed the winding driveway and parked in front of their whitewashed brick home.
“You ready?” I asked.
Declan nodded. “Let’s do this.”
We climbed out of my Porsche and made our way to the front door. Before we could knock, Fallon swung it open and stepped out onto the porch.
“Hey!” He gave us each a quick hug with the standard bro back slap. “My parents are in there talking about how excited they are to meet your new boyfriend. I can’t believe you two are about to spring your relationship on my parents without warning.”
“Do you think they’re going to be upset?” Declan asked my nephew.
“Surprised? For sure.” Fallon chuckled. “Upset? I don’t think so. That’s not the kind of people they are.”
Declan let out a breath.
“See?” I rubbed the back of his neck. “I told you not to worry.”
He tilted his head up, and I kissed him softly.
“Okay. I’m cool with you two, but I don’t want to see my uncle and my friend kissing.”
We all laughed, and I grabbed Declan’s hand again. “Let’s go inside.”
“Mom, Dad, Uncle Sean is here with his boyfriend,” Fallon called out as we followed behind him.
“You’re ridiculous.” I laughed.
Mary and Patrick rounded the corner with Rhett behind them a few seconds later.
“We’ve been looking forward to meeting your …” Mary’s words died off as she noticed Declan’s hand in mine.
“Oh,” she said as she turned to her husband. “I guess we’ve already met Sean’s boyfriend.”
Patrick quirked an eyebrow. “You two are dating?”
“We are,” I answered confidently, pulling Declan closer to me. I wouldn’t allow anyone, even the president of the United States, to make Declan ever feel insecure in our relationship again. After what happened on Christmas, he needed to know I was proud to have him by my side.
“Wow.” Patrick chuckled. “Definitely wasn’t expecting that, but congratulations.”
“I’m so happy for you both.” Mary smiled brightly.
“Thank you.” I kissed Declan’s cheek.
“Let’s go have a drink in the living room,” Patrick suggested. “Dinner should be ready in about an hour.”
Fallon grabbed a few beers for Declan, Rhett, and himself, while Patrick poured a glass of wine for Mary and Macallan for us. Declan looked at the drink in my hand and winked, reminding me he’d known Macallan was my favorite whisky because I drank it with Patrick.
The conversation among the six of us flowed naturally, and it was a relief that my friends were accepting and continued to treat Declan the same as they always had.
Unfortunately, as soon as I started to relax, I heard the front door open, and the familiar voices of Morgan and Faye carried over to us.
“Shit,” I grumbled under my breath, but Declan must have heard me because this time, he offered his hand in support.
“Girls, come join us,” Mary called out.
The minute they walked into the living room, Morgan’s eyes found Declan, and then she turned to me. “I can’t believe you brought him here.” It was the first words she’d spoken to me in weeks.
“Morgan, stop.”
