Lastly, Gael.
I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that you used to be obsessed with Noa’s Daddy.
Whoa.
I left my seat and threw myself onto the couch, where I grabbed my phone. Since Noa hadn’t replied to the jackass, I didn’t know if he’d seen it or if he was okay. So I texted him.
Are you okay? Corey showed me the comment section with the waste of space.
“Dinner, Jordan!”
“Coming!” I sat up and went back to my convo with Corey. He’d texted again.
Gael screencapped it. Apparently Master Lucian saw it and just had the comment removed, and the user’s been issued a warning. Text Gael if you haven’t seen the comment yet.
I replied.
I saw it. I’m glad it’s gone. What a fucking douchebag. Do you know if Noa’s okay? I texted him a few seconds ago.
I got up from the couch and started heading downstairs. I was usually the one who cooked around here, but James had a dozen or so dishes that he aced like some chef genius. Hissmoked turkey casserole, for instance. My mouth watered as the scents grew stronger.
Pocketing my phone in my jammie bottoms, I glanced at the pictures we had on the wall along the stairs, and it made me excited for this year’s vacation. We were going back to Europe, this time Romania, Bulgaria, Albania, and Montenegro. One week in each country. We had road trips, a river cruise, two guided tours, and several hikes lined up. Weekend layovers in Paris and London too.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
But first, I sure wanted James and me to have a kinky dynamic established with my sexy Daddy and his husband.
Seriously, if Mister Rigger and I didn’t have chemistry, I was going to cry, because he was so insanely hot. James and I had watched some tutorial videos on the Mclean forum of Nathan tying up both men and women, and he had this quiet, firm dominance about him—as if he was more solid than amountain. Plus, the way he used his long fingers to work the rope…
Oof.
I wandered into the kitchen where my own hubby waited, and I smiled. He’d showered. After work, when he got out of his utility clothes and took a shower…? He only bothered pulling on a pair of sweats, and his hair was all messy.
“Hey, hot stuff.” I rounded the table to give him a big kiss first.
“Hey, baby.” He smiled into the kiss.
“Sorry about before,” I added and took my seat across from him. “I was concentrating so hard.”
He chuckled and grabbed my plate. “You don’t have to apologize for that. I know how you get.”
Yeah, but still. I was eager to see him after work every day, but if I was smack-dab in the middle of a crafts project, I sometimes had to wait with my hellos. Like today. I wasfinishing up Ash’s youngest daughter’s door sign, and I didn’t want to mess it up. I’d dug for enough details to know that she loved all the standard girl colors, pink and purple—not pastel; they had to be darker—and she also loved pale yellow. So, yeah.
I’d even bought glitter!
“How are the signs coming along?” James filled my plate with food.
“Almost done—I only have Mikey left,” I announced. Dylan’s and Hallie’s signs had been sort of boring to create because they were older and went for cool and stylish rather than fun and crafty. So, Hallie’s sign was a faded purple with her name embossed in silver. A light, cursive font. Dylan’s was even plainer. Black wooden sign with his name in white, in a typewriter font. I’d turned the L in his name into a golf club.
“I’m sure Ash will appreciate what you’re doing, sweetheart.”
I beamed. I hoped he would. I really did want to get to know their whole family. I mean, we were gonna be neighbors once Ash and Nathan figured out their crap. James and I should be the fun friends next door, right?
“Speaking of him, how was work?” I asked, picking up my fork. My stomach tightened with hunger at the sight of all the cheese and pasta and sauce and turkey. “Did he make youuncomfortable?” I waggled my eyebrows.
He laughed and shook his head. “To be fair, he’s been doing that since the day he and Theo hired me.”
True, true, true.
