Page 24 of Four for a Boy


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Romeo flicked the lights off. The candles glowed. Chad inhaled the sweet scent coming from them.

“Do you like the poppies?”

Chad nodded.

“People call them weeds, but I think they look nice in our field.”

Our field.

“They do look nice,” Chad said, touching one.

“We’re giving them such good fertilizer after all.”

Chad grimaced and stopped stroking the petal. Romeo smirked. Chad knew he loved making him squirm.

“I made the dough and the toppings and prepared a crunchy fresh salad to go with it.”

“I’m sure it’ll be amazing. It always is.”

Romeo stared at him for longer than Chad was comfortable with before turning around to the oven. He revealed the pizza, cooked to perfection with the cheese just about the good side of burnt.

“Josh would love that.”

Romeo’s jaw flexed, and Chad inwardly scolded himself. He’d learned bringing up his work colleagues tugged Romeo’s face with hints of anger. He always schooled it from his features, but not quick enough for Chad to avoid seeing.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been mentioning Josh more and more recently.”

“Have I?”

“Yes.” Romeo cut the pizza with his back to Chad, not giving anything away.

“We get on.”

Romeo hummed.

“Wait, you’re not jealous, are you?”

“Why would I be jealous about you working closely with another man?”

Chad gaped, unsure how to proceed. Romeo was always hard to read, but with his back to Chad, he had nothing to work with.

“Josh isn’t gay—”

“So if he was gay I’d have a right to be jealous? I’d have the right to be concerned?”

“No!” Chad swallowed. “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m not interested in Josh. I’m interested in you, only you.”

Romeo turned around and brought the pizza to the table. Despite the colors and smells bursting from it, Chad kept his focus on Romeo. They stared at each other.

“Sorry.” Romeo sighed. “I can’t help being a little irritated about you going out on the hunt with him and not me.”

“The hunt?”

“Yes, the hunt for killers. It’s what you do, right, hunt them down? I hunt them down on my own, you hunt them in a pack.” He served two slices of pizza to Chad before grabbing the salad bowl off the counter. “You’re a lion, and you call me a tiger. We hunt differently. Your prey ends up behind bars, and mine ends up—”

“In the ground.”

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