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Authors: Lee Brazil
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“How much to get out of my son’s life?” Jared Tillman-Wyatt the third’s nasty offer brought a smile to Grant Hammond’s lips even three days after it had been made.
“I wish I’d seen his face.” JT poured champagne from the bottle in the ice bucket into the two plastic wine glasses the spa clerk had provided. His straight nose wrinkled a little in distaste at the sulfury fumes that enveloped them, creating fog on the glass.
“I wish you had too, baby. His lips twisted up into this little knot, and his eyes narrowed. I thought fire would come out his ears when I told him I’d leave for free if he could get you to ask me to go.” Grant studied his lover’s clean shaven, too soft face, marveling at the turn of fate that had brought them together. “I don’t want to talk about the asshole anymore, JT.”
Wicked light sparked in clear blue eyes. With the two wine glasses raised above the water, JT slid across the smooth marble bench, sending waves of warm mineral water sloshing over Grant, who accepted a glass and stole a kiss.
JT nipped his lower lip in return and pulled back, sinking lower in the soothing water with a sigh. “Me neither. This is so awesome…except for the smell, I mean.”
Chuckling, Grant leaned back against the rough natural stone that formed the little pool. The mineral spring that fed the private pools ran underground, and the rental cabin owners had carefully crafted a bathing room attached to each cabin with glass walls and natural finishes to create the impression of being outside, while keeping their guests out of the snow and cold. “The smell is what makes the experience legitimate. You could get a cheap imitation without leaving town. This is much better.”
“I’ll bet he regrets hiring you to spy on me now…”
Grant sipped his champagne then grimaced as the bubbles tickled his nose. He’d have preferred a shot of whiskey or a bit of brandy, but JT was all about the bubbles, and Grant…well, he’d come to realize that he was all about making JT happy. Drinking champagne in a secluded hot springs resort was a small price to pay for knowing he owned his lover’s heart. He set his own glass down on the ledge and slid his arm around JT’s shoulders. JT snuggled against him willingly, melting into his side like he was meant to be there. From the moment they’d met, JT had felt right to him. Being with JT made his heart whole. Tearing up Jesse Tillman-Wyatt’s check and sprinkling it over his head in the middle of a country club banquet had been an especially satisfying way of proving how much.
This, being here, relaxing and watching the sun set through the steam blurred windows seemed just about the perfect way to spend the Christmas holiday. “Thanks for inviting me up here, JT. You were right. It’s a gorgeous place to spend Christmas.”
“I know. All the snow and pretty outdoorsy stuff out there…and us in here warm and cozy but still able to enjoy it all.”
“And best of all, no sanctimonious assholes looking down on us because we choose to work for a living.” He couldn’t keep the broad grin off his face. As good as it felt for him to tear up that check and tell the man off, it had to have felt even better for JT to fling the man’s “allowance” back in his face.
“Yeah. About that.” JT glanced to the side and a flicker of unease rippled through Grant.
“JT? You told him to keep his money, right?”
JT set his wine glass down and climbed out of the pool. He picked up and put on one of the thick white terry cloth robes the hotel provided and held the other out to Grant. Grant obligingly left the mineral bath and toweled himself off.
Without speaking, JT wandered away, into the main room of the cabin. Grant cast a longing glance toward the queen-size bed, but followed JT to an open cardboard box near the fire. “JT?”
Not meeting his gaze, JT scooped a strand of fluffy white stuff from the box and
“How much to get out of my son’s life?” Jared Tillman-Wyatt the third’s nasty offer brought a smile to Grant Hammond’s lips even three days after it had been made.
“I wish I’d seen his face.” JT poured champagne from the bottle in the ice bucket into the two plastic wine glasses the spa clerk had provided. His straight nose wrinkled a little in distaste at the sulfury fumes that enveloped them, creating fog on the glass.
“I wish you had too, baby. His lips twisted up into this little knot, and his eyes narrowed. I thought fire would come out his ears when I told him I’d leave for free if he could get you to ask me to go.” Grant studied his lover’s clean shaven, too soft face, marveling at the turn of fate that had brought them together. “I don’t want to talk about the asshole anymore, JT.”
Wicked light sparked in clear blue eyes. With the two wine glasses raised above the water, JT slid across the smooth marble bench, sending waves of warm mineral water sloshing over Grant, who accepted a glass and stole a kiss.
JT nipped his lower lip in return and pulled back, sinking lower in the soothing water with a sigh. “Me neither. This is so awesome…except for the smell, I mean.”
Chuckling, Grant leaned back against the rough natural stone that formed the little pool. The mineral spring that fed the private pools ran underground, and the rental cabin owners had carefully crafted a bathing room attached to each cabin with glass walls and natural finishes to create the impression of being outside, while keeping their guests out of the snow and cold. “The smell is what makes the experience legitimate. You could get a cheap imitation without leaving town. This is much better.”
“I’ll bet he regrets hiring you to spy on me now…”
Grant sipped his champagne then grimaced as the bubbles tickled his nose. He’d have preferred a shot of whiskey or a bit of brandy, but JT was all about the bubbles, and Grant…well, he’d come to realize that he was all about making JT happy. Drinking champagne in a secluded hot springs resort was a small price to pay for knowing he owned his lover’s heart. He set his own glass down on the ledge and slid his arm around JT’s shoulders. JT snuggled against him willingly, melting into his side like he was meant to be there. From the moment they’d met, JT had felt right to him. Being with JT made his heart whole. Tearing up Jesse Tillman-Wyatt’s check and sprinkling it over his head in the middle of a country club banquet had been an especially satisfying way of proving how much.
This, being here, relaxing and watching the sun set through the steam blurred windows seemed just about the perfect way to spend the Christmas holiday. “Thanks for inviting me up here, JT. You were right. It’s a gorgeous place to spend Christmas.”
“I know. All the snow and pretty outdoorsy stuff out there…and us in here warm and cozy but still able to enjoy it all.”
“And best of all, no sanctimonious assholes looking down on us because we choose to work for a living.” He couldn’t keep the broad grin off his face. As good as it felt for him to tear up that check and tell the man off, it had to have felt even better for JT to fling the man’s “allowance” back in his face.
“Yeah. About that.” JT glanced to the side and a flicker of unease rippled through Grant.
“JT? You told him to keep his money, right?”
JT set his wine glass down and climbed out of the pool. He picked up and put on one of the thick white terry cloth robes the hotel provided and held the other out to Grant. Grant obligingly left the mineral bath and toweled himself off.
Without speaking, JT wandered away, into the main room of the cabin. Grant cast a longing glance toward the queen-size bed, but followed JT to an open cardboard box near the fire. “JT?”
Not meeting his gaze, JT scooped a strand of fluffy white stuff from the box and
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