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early on that first night, does that mean that I was the person to take your—"
"Yes." Declan cut Killian off before he could say the dreaded V word. "You weren't my first client, but you pretty much conquered that whole territory."
Killian grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Good to know."
Relieved beyond measure, Declan tucked into his steak with relish. The meat was so rare, it practically melted in his mouth. Between bites, he observed Killian. Even the way the man ate was sexy. He plowed through his food with gusto, his strong, thick fingers holding the fork firmly but gently. Killian repeatedly licked his lips, his slick tongue moving sinuously, unaware of how every damn sexy peek of his tongue affected Declan.
With his appetite suddenly focused on things other than his meal, Declan set his utensil down on the side of his plate. He cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the longing crowding his throat, determined to get to know Killian a little better before they hopped into bed. "Now that you know all my dirty little secrets, why don't you tell me a little more about you?"
"All right." Killian wiped his mouth and dropped his napkin on top of his plate. "What would you like to know?"
"Absolutely everything."
"Well, that certainly narrows things down for me."
Declan sipped his water. "You could start with what you do for a living."
"That's easy and entirely boring. I'm an accountant."
"Oh, yeah? How'd you get into that line of work?"
"Working with numbers appealed to me. Math was always one of my strong suits. Math and science both, I suppose."
"I can see that about you. I'm the exact opposite. In school, I always liked English and history the most. I actually had to take algebra twice before I passed the class. I bet you were an honor-roll student."
Killian nodded. "Afraid so."
"I'm always right about these things. You have this superserious vibe going on."
"I do?"
"Yup. It's kind of sexy, but you definitely need to loosen up a little." Declan figured he could do a thing or two to aid in that goal, if Killian would let him.
"And I suppose you know a 'thing or two' about how to help me relax?"
"I think I can manage, if you're game."
"That depends. What do you have in mind?"
"There's a new comedy playing at the multiplex next week. Want to go with me?" Declan smiled, knowing that wasn't what Killian had expected him to say. If nothing else, he'd keep the man on his toes.
Killian laughed, signaling for the check. "That sounds like fun."
Chapter Six
The twinkling lights of town faded in Declan's rearview mirror. Killian sat beside him in the car, staring out the passenger-side window. Although the movie they'd seen in town had been pretty good, Declan couldn't have told anyone the name of it to save his life. His mind was on yesterday's holiday and the man next to him.
After working half a day on Thanksgiving, Declan had gone home to his dreary little apartment and crashed for much of the afternoon. Although Killian had invited him to come over, he just didn't feel like being around people. Like a vulture, his thoughts circled around the meaning of the holiday and inevitably kept coming back to his mother. Turkey Day had been her favorite of the fall holidays. She'd gone out of her way to make a meal large enough to feed an army and then spent the day making Declan and his father tell her what they were thankful for in their lives. While it had annoyed the piss out of him as a kid, he missed the tradition now that she was gone.
Thinking of her, he'd decided to call his father. Even knowing it was an effort in futility didn't stop him. His mom had been big on family and, homophobic bastard or not, his father was the only kin he had left. Extending one last olive branch to the man who'd sired him was what his mom would have wanted.
With a heart full of forgiveness, he'd dialed the old man's number and waited. His father had picked up on the fourth ring, just before the answering machine would have
"Yes." Declan cut Killian off before he could say the dreaded V word. "You weren't my first client, but you pretty much conquered that whole territory."
Killian grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Good to know."
Relieved beyond measure, Declan tucked into his steak with relish. The meat was so rare, it practically melted in his mouth. Between bites, he observed Killian. Even the way the man ate was sexy. He plowed through his food with gusto, his strong, thick fingers holding the fork firmly but gently. Killian repeatedly licked his lips, his slick tongue moving sinuously, unaware of how every damn sexy peek of his tongue affected Declan.
With his appetite suddenly focused on things other than his meal, Declan set his utensil down on the side of his plate. He cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the longing crowding his throat, determined to get to know Killian a little better before they hopped into bed. "Now that you know all my dirty little secrets, why don't you tell me a little more about you?"
"All right." Killian wiped his mouth and dropped his napkin on top of his plate. "What would you like to know?"
"Absolutely everything."
"Well, that certainly narrows things down for me."
Declan sipped his water. "You could start with what you do for a living."
"That's easy and entirely boring. I'm an accountant."
"Oh, yeah? How'd you get into that line of work?"
"Working with numbers appealed to me. Math was always one of my strong suits. Math and science both, I suppose."
"I can see that about you. I'm the exact opposite. In school, I always liked English and history the most. I actually had to take algebra twice before I passed the class. I bet you were an honor-roll student."
Killian nodded. "Afraid so."
"I'm always right about these things. You have this superserious vibe going on."
"I do?"
"Yup. It's kind of sexy, but you definitely need to loosen up a little." Declan figured he could do a thing or two to aid in that goal, if Killian would let him.
"And I suppose you know a 'thing or two' about how to help me relax?"
"I think I can manage, if you're game."
"That depends. What do you have in mind?"
"There's a new comedy playing at the multiplex next week. Want to go with me?" Declan smiled, knowing that wasn't what Killian had expected him to say. If nothing else, he'd keep the man on his toes.
Killian laughed, signaling for the check. "That sounds like fun."
Chapter Six
The twinkling lights of town faded in Declan's rearview mirror. Killian sat beside him in the car, staring out the passenger-side window. Although the movie they'd seen in town had been pretty good, Declan couldn't have told anyone the name of it to save his life. His mind was on yesterday's holiday and the man next to him.
After working half a day on Thanksgiving, Declan had gone home to his dreary little apartment and crashed for much of the afternoon. Although Killian had invited him to come over, he just didn't feel like being around people. Like a vulture, his thoughts circled around the meaning of the holiday and inevitably kept coming back to his mother. Turkey Day had been her favorite of the fall holidays. She'd gone out of her way to make a meal large enough to feed an army and then spent the day making Declan and his father tell her what they were thankful for in their lives. While it had annoyed the piss out of him as a kid, he missed the tradition now that she was gone.
Thinking of her, he'd decided to call his father. Even knowing it was an effort in futility didn't stop him. His mom had been big on family and, homophobic bastard or not, his father was the only kin he had left. Extending one last olive branch to the man who'd sired him was what his mom would have wanted.
With a heart full of forgiveness, he'd dialed the old man's number and waited. His father had picked up on the fourth ring, just before the answering machine would have
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