“No, I’m at CDR. Mo asked me to call as Joseph sprung a surprise visit.”
“I thought he was staying away.”
“So did we all,” Jace said wryly. “His boy had other ideas. His protection detail is threatening to go on strike. Don’t worry, Doug and I are on delivery and extraction duty early tomorrow morning.”
Red was confused, until he remembered the new arrival for the other cabin.
“Is it safe?”
“The chatter is focused on the other brother,” Jace said, his voice neutral.
Red felt as if he were missing something. It was that odd note in Jace’s voice. But he was too tired to process it. Tomorrow, when his brain started working again, he would pin them down for information. “Gotcha. What time is it?”
“Nearly ten.”
Red stared up at the ceiling. Ten o’clock? “We’ve slept for hours.”
“It’ll do you good.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Red muttered.
Jace snorted. “Never in a million years,” he said, “my wife is in charge,” then disconnected the call.
Red grinned. Not everyone was cut out to be a Daddy.
“Who are you calling Daddy?” Kit raised his head and scowled down at him, pouting like a stroppy child.
“Jace. He declined the role.”
“Is he a boy?”
“Happily married hetero whose wife makes amazing chicken noodle soup. We’ve got some in the freezer.”
Kit’s scowl eased a fraction. “Someone’s gotta like ‘em, I suppose.”
Red was confused. “Soup?”
“Women.”
“Never experimented?” Red burst out laughing at Kit’s disgusted expression. “That’s a no, then.”
“I knew I liked guys from an early age.”
Red caught the pointed look Kit sent him. “Me?”
Kit did an awkward shrug. “Among others. The fact my dick got hard every time you walked into the clubhouse was kind of a clue. If you hadn’t had a boyfriend, I might have jumped you.”
“I’m mighty glad you didn’t or I’d be buried six feet under at the back of the club house.”
“Tony isn’t that protective,” Kit scoffed.
Red raised an eyebrow. “Haven’t we had this discussion? If I’d laid one finger on you, all the seconds would have used me for target practice. And my boy would have eviscerated what was left of me. He was kinda possessive of me then.” Red tried hard to hold back the wistfulness. It wasn’t that he still had feelings for Davie, but their early days together had been wonderful.
Kit smoothed out Red’s brow with his fingertip. “I’m sorry he hurt you.” His tone was gentle, almost tender.
Red smiled at him. “We weren’t meant to be.” He gently tugged Kit’s bottom lip from his teeth. “You’ll make it sore,” he scolded.
“Do you think we’re supposed to be together?”
