blow up when his eyes focused and he leaned forward.
“Pause that,” he ordered as he got up and stood next to Lane as he pointed the remote at the TV. It paused and Aiden’s head fell to the side as his eyes darted around the screen.
“There, there, there, there, there and there,” he said as he pointed to various spots and Lane leaned closer as he looked. He felt the blood drain from his face and his skin prickled as he recognized himself and Aiden in various pictures on a wall in Langley’s cell.
“Oh, fuck…” Lane breathed and his eyes became wider as he stared at a very tiny, naked Aiden pressed against the living room window with a very tiny and snarling Lane behind him. Is that my sex face? He wondered then shook his head, dismissing it as he checked to see if Aiden was furious that his naked body was on national television for anyone with really sharp eyes and a quick hand with a remote to see.
“I knew someone was taking pictures,” he seemed pleased to have his suspicions proven.
“Right,” Lane nodded quickly. “You definitely called it,” he said as he scanned to make sure there weren’t any pictures of himself he would need to apologize to his mother for. Aside from him shirtless and filthy while working on the garden, he was good.
“Is that it?” Aiden asked and Lane nodded again. “Can I get back to work?” He asked and Lane raised a brow as he turned off the TV.
“Do you want to talk about any of that?” Lane asked and Aiden shook his head as he sat.
“Not particularly,” he mumbled as he reached for a book and found his spot on the page. “Let me know when it’s time for dinner,” Aiden said dismissively and Lane nodded slowly as he backed out of the room.
He wasn’t sure if Aiden just didn’t care or if he hadn’t had a chance to process and analyze everything. Lane hoped Aiden understood how important it was that Nathaniel Stewart’s body (Lane felt confident assuming it would be the remains of his body) be located and returned to his family. As far as his first public display of full frontal nudity, Aiden might not actually care. He didn’t feel the same discomfort with nudity as most people and he was extremely comfortable with his body and lacked any self consciousness when it came to being naked. It might not be that big of a deal to Aiden or he might not have really noticed.
“We should look at investing in curtains or limit certain activities to the bedroom,” Aiden muttered as he read and Lane winced as he pulled the door shut. Nope, he noticed.
“Got it,” Lane agreed as it closed then raced through the living room and skidded to a stop in front of the fridge and almost yanked the door off before reaching for a beer.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to convince Aiden to talk to Langley or make up for the fact that his nudes would probably be viral in about two minutes. Lane didn’t wait until he was through the first beer before he reached for the next. If there was ever a day to double fist and shotgun a few beers, this was it.
Chapter 15
“There’s a very good chance this could end terribly,” Aiden said. “Langley might not even know where Stewart is. He may have remembered his name from the news and could be exploiting his disappearance to force me to meet with him. Or, he could withhold his information and find a way to make me return. I don’t want to go once but the idea of multiple visits makes me sick to my stomach,” he mumbled, mostly to himself because he was talking to Lancelot. He sighed as he touched the bowl and Lancelot swished around angrily and spread his fins dramatically.
So many things could go wrong. Aiden read through the transcripts of Langley’s interviews and studied his blog and Twitter account. He analyzed anything related to Langley’s life after the trial. Aiden knew everything about him prior to his being sentenced to spend the rest of his life in prison. None of that made him feel confident. No matter
“Pause that,” he ordered as he got up and stood next to Lane as he pointed the remote at the TV. It paused and Aiden’s head fell to the side as his eyes darted around the screen.
“There, there, there, there, there and there,” he said as he pointed to various spots and Lane leaned closer as he looked. He felt the blood drain from his face and his skin prickled as he recognized himself and Aiden in various pictures on a wall in Langley’s cell.
“Oh, fuck…” Lane breathed and his eyes became wider as he stared at a very tiny, naked Aiden pressed against the living room window with a very tiny and snarling Lane behind him. Is that my sex face? He wondered then shook his head, dismissing it as he checked to see if Aiden was furious that his naked body was on national television for anyone with really sharp eyes and a quick hand with a remote to see.
“I knew someone was taking pictures,” he seemed pleased to have his suspicions proven.
“Right,” Lane nodded quickly. “You definitely called it,” he said as he scanned to make sure there weren’t any pictures of himself he would need to apologize to his mother for. Aside from him shirtless and filthy while working on the garden, he was good.
“Is that it?” Aiden asked and Lane nodded again. “Can I get back to work?” He asked and Lane raised a brow as he turned off the TV.
“Do you want to talk about any of that?” Lane asked and Aiden shook his head as he sat.
“Not particularly,” he mumbled as he reached for a book and found his spot on the page. “Let me know when it’s time for dinner,” Aiden said dismissively and Lane nodded slowly as he backed out of the room.
He wasn’t sure if Aiden just didn’t care or if he hadn’t had a chance to process and analyze everything. Lane hoped Aiden understood how important it was that Nathaniel Stewart’s body (Lane felt confident assuming it would be the remains of his body) be located and returned to his family. As far as his first public display of full frontal nudity, Aiden might not actually care. He didn’t feel the same discomfort with nudity as most people and he was extremely comfortable with his body and lacked any self consciousness when it came to being naked. It might not be that big of a deal to Aiden or he might not have really noticed.
“We should look at investing in curtains or limit certain activities to the bedroom,” Aiden muttered as he read and Lane winced as he pulled the door shut. Nope, he noticed.
“Got it,” Lane agreed as it closed then raced through the living room and skidded to a stop in front of the fridge and almost yanked the door off before reaching for a beer.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to convince Aiden to talk to Langley or make up for the fact that his nudes would probably be viral in about two minutes. Lane didn’t wait until he was through the first beer before he reached for the next. If there was ever a day to double fist and shotgun a few beers, this was it.
Chapter 15
“There’s a very good chance this could end terribly,” Aiden said. “Langley might not even know where Stewart is. He may have remembered his name from the news and could be exploiting his disappearance to force me to meet with him. Or, he could withhold his information and find a way to make me return. I don’t want to go once but the idea of multiple visits makes me sick to my stomach,” he mumbled, mostly to himself because he was talking to Lancelot. He sighed as he touched the bowl and Lancelot swished around angrily and spread his fins dramatically.
So many things could go wrong. Aiden read through the transcripts of Langley’s interviews and studied his blog and Twitter account. He analyzed anything related to Langley’s life after the trial. Aiden knew everything about him prior to his being sentenced to spend the rest of his life in prison. None of that made him feel confident. No matter
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