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“How about I bring you dinner and we have a relaxing night?” Carson cupped Sam’s face to draw Sam’s eyes up. “I’ll take care of everything, and you can just be.”
“That sounds like heaven,” Sam confessed.
Carson brushed his lips over Sam’s forehead. It wasn’t the kiss that Sam wanted but he had time later that night to work on getting a real kiss. “Now it’s time for both of us to get to work.”
Sam whined but he slid off Carson’s lap.
“Can I come out now? I need to make my Daddy’s coffee!” Caden shouted.
“Yes!” Sam called back. He rolled his eyes at Carson, who smiled. At least Carson didn’t appear to be bothered by Caden or the teasing.
“Can I get you a drink?” Sam offered.
“Flat white, please.”
Sam wiggled and danced behind the counter. He got to make Carson’s drink and now he understood why Caden always insisted on making Lincoln’s coffee order. There was something about making a drink that he knew Carson would take with him and every time Carson took a sip it was something Sam provided. Yep, totally an addictive feeling.
He waited until Caden had finished making Lincoln's drink before he went to Caden’s station to start the lieutenant’s order.
“I’m walking Adam to his truck,” Nash called from the kitchen. “I’ll meet you out front, Linc.”
“You got it, man,” Lincoln yelled back.
Sam grinned. They weren’t even open yet, but this morning had been better than any of the rest. Their little core group coming together.
The front door opened and Lucas in all his tattooed glory came rushing in. “Are Adam and Nash still here?”
Sam pointed toward the back. “Just leaving.”
Lucas sent him a quick grin before he jogged toward the kitchen. Yep, Sam might have had to make his own family, but he wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.
Chapter Five
Carson
The first time that Carson had seen the upscale apartment complex that Sam lived in, he’d been suitably impressed. It made sense that Sam could afford such a residence once Carson knew what family Sam came from. It had put Carson’s back up, realizing the amount of money the young man had, but over the last few weeks, Carson began to understand that he needed to let go of the past.
Sam wasn’t Billy, and even though there were some similarities, Carson was pushing past the fear.
He’d made the decision to go to the coffee shop that morning and bringing Sam dinner was a new beginning. It wouldn’t be easy. Carson wasn’t kidding himself. There would be times that the memory of Billy would come back but that was something that Carson would have to work through. It had been three years and for the first time Carson believed he was ready to move on with his life.
Shifting the food bag into his left hand, Carson knocked on Sam’s door with his right.
The door opened seconds later, and Sam smiled at him.
Carson’s breath caught at the sight. Sam was wearing a silk purple V-neck top tucked into his jeans, and his pale skin shone under the light of the hallway. Carson lifted his gaze to Sam’s face to see that he’d expertly applied his makeup. Gorgeous. Sam was the prettiest boy that Carson had ever laid eyes on. “Hey.”
“Hi.” Sam reached for Carson.
Carson enjoyed that Sam didn’t seem to be able to keep his hands to himself. Every time that Sam was near him, Sam petted or cuddled up to him. It had been years since Carson had felt anyone’s hands on him. “I brought you dinner.”
Sam slid his hands up Carson’s chest. “Thanks. Come in.”
He missed Sam’s touch the minute that Sam removed his hand but still followed the boy into the apartment. The door opened to a small entry with a table that held a set of keys then opened to a large spacious living room, kitchen tucked to the right, and two doors that were closed. Carson had seen Sam’s bedroom the night he’d brought Sam home from the hospital, but he didn’t investigate the other room that he suspected was an office or something similar.
Sam led him to the kitchen island where he had plates, silverware, and two glasses set out in front of two bar stools. It was a nice set up but not what Carson expected. Sam didn’t hide the fact that he and his best friends engaged in the little lifestyle. Carson sat the bag on the island while peering around the open concept apartment.
Other than a small table with a fancy tea set there was nothing in the apartment that spoke of Sam’s little side. That was unusual in itself but the apartment was rather plain as well. No bright colors, toys, anything that matched Sam’s personality. Either Sam was hiding a big part of himself or something else was going on.
