“How do you look even younger than when I last saw you?”
“Regular sex with someone twenty years younger than me.”
Derek laughed. Daniel had always been blunt and a shameless flirt, especially after he’d gotten rid of his dick of an ex-husband. He’d heard Daniel was now with a much younger guy, but given he hadn’t seen his friend in so long, he didn’t know how it had happened. Derek had been convinced Daniel wouldn’t want to settle down again.
“Where is your young man today?” asked Derek
Daniel smiled in a way Derek hadn’t seen before.
“Josh is with his sister.”
“Have you moved him into your cave yet?”
Daniel chuckled. “Working on it.”
“You’re on the wine, I see. Did you want another?”
Derek scanned the QR code on the table to order another wine for Daniel and got himself a soft drink. He was working until four in the morning, so he didn’t want anything that would make him feel sluggish. Once the order was in, he leaned forward so he could whisper.
“What do you know about Grant Kincaid?”
Daniel raised an eyebrow. “No small talk, I see. That’s a big question, Derek, and a conversation we probably shouldn’t be having here given his connection to this place.”
“What?”
“He’s related to one of the owners.”
“Who?”
“He’s Langdon’s stepdad, although it’s from when he was a kid. Mother is long dead.”
“But there can’t be ten years between them.”
“I don’t know all the history, but you know of Langdon’s close friends. The ones he refers to as his brothers?”
Derek nodded. He’d gotten to know Langdon since this place had opened, and he always spoke highly of his found-family brothers.
“There’s been some trouble with that group and Grant. So probably not a conversation we can have here. Is he trying to cause issues at the club or something?”
“No, nothing like that. He’s taken an interest in someone I know, who’s only twenty-eight.”
“Josh is twenty-five, and Grant is younger than me. He’s only just turned forty.”
“I don’t want him near Kieran.”
“Why does that name sound familiar?”
“You better not have fucked him, Daniel,” he growled, surprising both of them.
“That’s... interesting. I never had you pegged as the possessive type, Derek. Who is this guy?”
“He’s . . . well, he was . . . my stepson.”
Daniel snorted.
“What? I’m just protective of him because I’ve known him since he was fourteen.”
“That’s . . . less unethical.”
