“Oh!” Hudson blushed.
Bas grew nervous as Hudson just stood there. He cleared his throat. “Is…is that okay?”
“That you think all those wonderful things about me? Of course!”
Not really what Bas was asking. He nodded anyway.
“I should go.” Hudson took several steps back.
“Tomorrow?” Bas wanted to follow him so badly. He forced himself to stay still.
“Six o’clock,” Hudson said. “Are you sure I can’t bring anything?”
“Just yourself,” Bastian responded.
Hudson giggled before giving him a wave.
Bastian waited. He watched as Hudson climbed into his truck, started the engine, and drove away. Then he moved. He whipped his shirt over his head then shoved his jeans down.
Instinct drove him until Bastian shifted and was chasing after Hudson’s truck.
* * * * *
Hudson
“A date?” Carter asked.
Hudson pushed his plate away. It had been his turn to make dinner for them. He might not be as good of a cook as his brother, but Hudson was happy with the crock-pot meal he’d thrown together that morning. He would have loved to stay to get the tour that Bastian had offered but he’d known that Carter would be home soon and didn’t want his brother to track him down. How embarrassing would that be?
“Hud?” Carter nudged his foot under the table.
“What?” Hudson had to shake his head to force himself to stop thinking about Bastian. Bastian thought he was cute! Gorgeous. Hudson still couldn’t believe that such an attractive man thought he was gorgeous.
“Is this a date?” Carter asked with an edge to his tone.
“I don’t think so,” Hudson replied honestly. “He offered me a tour of the property. I think it’s to make me feel better about Bas.”
“And dinner is necessary?”
“It’s polite to offer to feed someone,” Hudson replied.
Carter sighed.
Hudson knew that sound. “What?”
“You know that I love you,” Carter said.
“I love you too!” Hudson was grateful that Carter always said how he felt.
“I know,” Carter said. “But sometimes you don’t recognize the cues from people who’re interested in you.”
Hudson didn’t want to talk about this. Again! He opened his mouth, but Carter shook his head.
“Remember Ashley?” Carter asked.
“That wasn’t my fault!” Hudson insisted. “I thought she knew I was gay.” His neighbor lady had been scary. And a little crazy.
“She should have,” Carter agreed. “But that didn’t stop her from climbing into your bed naked when you were sleeping.”
