"God, you're such a troublemaker," Sam said coming up behind his husband and setting down some hotdog toppings on the outdoor table.
Grabbing him around the waist, Wyatt kissed him. "You love that about me," Wyatt claimed, and Sam didn't deny it, just smiled at him.
"Break it up," Rico told them. "Hotdogs don't take all day to cook. Get those kids back here so they can eat."
Lara gave him a sly look. "Settle down, honey. You'll have a husband of your own one of these days. Unless someone steals him away from you."
Rico's head snapped around and he glared at her. "What? Are you saying your sister is coming back to visit?"
"One of these days," Lara said breezily.
Mitch groaned. "You're all troublemakers."
Rob and Julian looked at each other, wondering what that was all about. Being a little bit of a trouble-maker at heart, Rob was tempted to ask. But he didn't think Julian would enjoy the fireworks, so he satisfied himself with a raised eyebrow at Rico.
"No one can steal Mitch from me," Rico insisted then looked at Mitch to confirm it.
"I'm yours forever," Mitch told him and gave him a lingering kiss. "Now help me serve up these hotdogs."
"That's the level of romance you're supposed to save up for after you're married," Lara told them.
As the kids were called over and they lined up for their hotdogs, Rob took a moment to whisper to Julian. "You have an in with Rico. Find out what that's about."
Julian gave him a disbelieving look then he narrowed his pretty, brown eyes. "Are you looking for ammunition?"
"Maybe," Rob said with a shrug.
"You fit right in," Julian accused him then gave him a sad smile. Did Julian think that he didn't fit in with these guys?
"Danny didn't get a hotdog yet, Daddy," Sammy complained.
"He's next. I promise," Mitch told her.
"You didn't get one either," Rico pointed out to her.
"But Danny is littler. He needs to eat more," Sammy explained.
DJ saw her point, so he held out his hotdog to Danny. "You can have mine, I didn't bite it," DJ offered.
"I bited mine but you can have it," Riley said sticking out his as well, though he had taken a big, sloppy bite out of it already and had ketchup and mustard on his face to prove it.
"Yours is no good, Ry," DJ told him.
"Mine is better. It has more ketchup," Gloria said and tried to give him her hotdog too.
"Guys, don't fight. Danny will get his own hotdog," Mitch told them.
"I'm making sure the hotdogs aren't too hot for you guys," Sam told them. He was the one holding up the process as he put on the toppings.
Rob pointed to him and told Julian, "There you go. Sam is your kind of guy."
"Taken," Julian said under his breath.
Rob's eyes flashed to him and he caught himself glaring at Julian. Was he being possessive of him? Fuck. That was stupid. Since they were off to one side and not likely to be overheard, Rob couldn't help questioning him, "So Sam is your type?"
Julian shrugged. "Not exactly. I just like that he's so kind and dependable."
Hearing that, Rob's heart sank. Twenty-six and still juggling short term jobs and wondering how long he could hang on to each place where he lived, he was the opposite of dependable. Damn.
