Lys checked the time on her phone and grimaced. “Shit. I need to be at work soon.” She glanced at the fridge, then back at Jesse. “We’re done here for now, aren’t we?”
“Yeah,” Jesse waved her towards the door. “You go get ready. We can start on the other paperwork tomorrow or the day after.”
“Oh joy.” She gave him a wave and headed through the door.
Finally alone, Jesse tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and let the memories of last night flood his brain. He’d meant what he said. On the surface Ian did bear a remarkable likeness to Callum, but other than that, they were like chalk and cheese. Some of that may be due to the world they lived in, but the fact remained, when he’d been with Ian, he hadn’t once thought about Callum. Only later, after he’d been in his room and seen the photo did his subconscious put two and two together.
But it was just sex—hot and incredible—but nothing more. He could do the detachment needed for this type of thing, despite what Lys thought. A repeat performance with Ian wasn’t going to make him careless, or worse, make him fall in love with a human.
Pulling out his phone, he typed out a quick message to Ian.
Hey, it’s Jesse, from last night. Fancy meeting up Friday or Saturday night?
Hopefully that sounded casual yet interested. He didn’t want to give him the wrong idea, but he did want to see him again. The reply came a few minutes later.
Sounds good. How about Friday 10pm, same bar as last time.
Jesse smirked at the screen. Surely meeting that late meant they’d be going somewhere after?
Great. See you then.His message sent and he leant back against the counter with a smile.
Roll on Friday.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Will you be okay getting to work tonight?” Ian held his phone between his ear and shoulder as he dished up his tea.
“Yeah, should be fine. It’s not like it’s a full moon or anything.” Cate laughed, sounding distracted, and Ian wondered if she’d managed to convince herself he and Blake were talking bollocks.
“Pretty sure it’s werewolves you have to watch out for on a full moon.”
“What?”
Now he had her attention. “Werewolves change on a full moon.”
“Are those real too? Fucking hell, Ian, I—”
“Stop. Werewolves aren’t real, no.” At least he didn’t think so.
She huffed down the phone. “Then why the hell bring them up?”
“Because—look, never mind. I just called to check you’re all right getting into work and to say that I’ll be there about half nine-ish.”
She sighed, and he heard her turn the shower on. “You don’t have to come that early, you know. I’m not doing a full shift tonight, but I still won’t finish till gone twelve.”
“It’s fine.” He paused, knowing the reaction he was going to get after this next bit. “I’m meeting Jesse there.”
“Ooohhh. I see.” Her voice sounded far away suddenly, as though she’d put him on speaker. “Second date, eh? Must be serious.”
“Fuck off.”
She laughed, and Ian rolled his eyes.
“I wouldn’t call it a date, so don’t get all excited. It’s more a repeat performance of last weekend.” Ian wasn’t stupid. If Jesse wanted to date him, he’d have suggested something other than meeting at Cate’s pub at ten o’clock on a Friday night. No, this was for sex, pure and simple. And that suited Ian just fine for now.
“Whatever. I’m not judging.”
“Good.”
