family.
“We’ll get there.” Sam leaned in to steal a kiss. “And you know I don’t need the celebration as long as I have you.”
“Yeah, I know.” Aiden slipped a hand under Sam’s shirt, and Sam inhaled sharply at the touch.
Sam had what he wanted. The rings and the paper? Sure, he wanted those too, but he didn’t need them. He’d finally figured things out, and he’d been damn lucky not to have lost Aiden when he’d floundered.
That was when it came to him: a goofy, romantic idea. “Let’s go away for a few days. See a show in Manhattan? Something fun.” Sam bit his lower lip and waited for Aiden’s response.
“I thought you had depositions this week.” Aiden frowned, and Sam knew he was worried Sam was changing his work schedule on his account.
“I did.” Before Aiden could protest, Sam added, “But Stace can handle them on her own.”
“Sam, I—”
“You said you’d trust me,” Sam reminded Aiden with a shake of his head. “Remember? Balancing work and our relationship?”
“Yes, but—”
“I want this. I know we’re flying to Italy next week, but we won’t have any real time alone.” He leaned in and kissed Aiden again. “This would be just us. Having fun.” He winked at Aiden. “Playing hooky.”
“Hooky? I didn’t think the boss could play hooky.”
“My point exactly.” Sam knew he was beaming. “So I’ll stop by the office in the morning, touch base, then pick you up around eleven. Sound okay?”
Aiden chuckled and shook his head. “Sounds great, Sammy. Do you want me to call Cam and ask if we can stay at his place?”
Sam tried not to wince at Cam’s name. Not that the guy had been anything but cordial to him when they’d seen each other after he and Aiden had become engaged, but old habits died hard. Sam only trusted Cam so far. “Nah. I’m on it. I’m thinking someplace a little more romantic than your ex’s place.”
“Oh?” Aiden began to unbutton Sam’s shirt. “I thought every day with me was romantic.”
“It is,” Sam agreed. “But I’d rather leave his lordness—” Aiden laughed and shook his head again. “—out of our romantic getaway.”
“Got it.” Aiden pushed Sam’s shirt off his shoulders. “No Lord Cameron this time. So what do I get instead?” he asked as he brushed a thumb over one of Sam’s nipples to Sam’s stuttered gasp.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Sam said as he pressed his body against Aiden’s. “You usually do.”
Two days later
“S O WHERE are we going?” Aiden asked as they rode the cab down Broadway. They’d gotten into the city around dinnertime the day before, checked in to the Plaza Hotel, then headed for an Indonesian restaurant in Chinatown one of Aiden’s friends had recommended.
“I thought we could stop by my old firm, then maybe a picnic in Battery Park.” Sam turned and looked out the window.
Sam was up to something. Aiden was sure of it. He’d been acting strangely since breakfast, glancing at his watch when he thought Aiden wasn’t looking, checking his jacket pocket to make sure something was there. Aiden had asked him what he’d been looking for, but Sam had mumbled something about the theater tickets he’d picked up at the front desk. Plausible, but Aiden had never known Sam to worry about something like tickets before. And now this?
“What are you up to, Sammy?”
Sam turned back to him and smiled. “Jack Wellons called me a few months ago. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen him, and I just thought we could stop on the way. If you don’t mind.”
Of course Aiden didn’t mind, but he was still suspicious. “No problem.” The idea of a picnic in Battery Park sounded nice, though. It was pretty warm for mid-November and the skies were clear and sunny.
Sam just smiled.
Totally up to something.
T HEY RODE the elevator to the seventeenth floor of the office building near the corner of Broadway and Rector Street. Aiden
“We’ll get there.” Sam leaned in to steal a kiss. “And you know I don’t need the celebration as long as I have you.”
“Yeah, I know.” Aiden slipped a hand under Sam’s shirt, and Sam inhaled sharply at the touch.
Sam had what he wanted. The rings and the paper? Sure, he wanted those too, but he didn’t need them. He’d finally figured things out, and he’d been damn lucky not to have lost Aiden when he’d floundered.
That was when it came to him: a goofy, romantic idea. “Let’s go away for a few days. See a show in Manhattan? Something fun.” Sam bit his lower lip and waited for Aiden’s response.
“I thought you had depositions this week.” Aiden frowned, and Sam knew he was worried Sam was changing his work schedule on his account.
“I did.” Before Aiden could protest, Sam added, “But Stace can handle them on her own.”
“Sam, I—”
“You said you’d trust me,” Sam reminded Aiden with a shake of his head. “Remember? Balancing work and our relationship?”
“Yes, but—”
“I want this. I know we’re flying to Italy next week, but we won’t have any real time alone.” He leaned in and kissed Aiden again. “This would be just us. Having fun.” He winked at Aiden. “Playing hooky.”
“Hooky? I didn’t think the boss could play hooky.”
“My point exactly.” Sam knew he was beaming. “So I’ll stop by the office in the morning, touch base, then pick you up around eleven. Sound okay?”
Aiden chuckled and shook his head. “Sounds great, Sammy. Do you want me to call Cam and ask if we can stay at his place?”
Sam tried not to wince at Cam’s name. Not that the guy had been anything but cordial to him when they’d seen each other after he and Aiden had become engaged, but old habits died hard. Sam only trusted Cam so far. “Nah. I’m on it. I’m thinking someplace a little more romantic than your ex’s place.”
“Oh?” Aiden began to unbutton Sam’s shirt. “I thought every day with me was romantic.”
“It is,” Sam agreed. “But I’d rather leave his lordness—” Aiden laughed and shook his head again. “—out of our romantic getaway.”
“Got it.” Aiden pushed Sam’s shirt off his shoulders. “No Lord Cameron this time. So what do I get instead?” he asked as he brushed a thumb over one of Sam’s nipples to Sam’s stuttered gasp.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Sam said as he pressed his body against Aiden’s. “You usually do.”
Two days later
“S O WHERE are we going?” Aiden asked as they rode the cab down Broadway. They’d gotten into the city around dinnertime the day before, checked in to the Plaza Hotel, then headed for an Indonesian restaurant in Chinatown one of Aiden’s friends had recommended.
“I thought we could stop by my old firm, then maybe a picnic in Battery Park.” Sam turned and looked out the window.
Sam was up to something. Aiden was sure of it. He’d been acting strangely since breakfast, glancing at his watch when he thought Aiden wasn’t looking, checking his jacket pocket to make sure something was there. Aiden had asked him what he’d been looking for, but Sam had mumbled something about the theater tickets he’d picked up at the front desk. Plausible, but Aiden had never known Sam to worry about something like tickets before. And now this?
“What are you up to, Sammy?”
Sam turned back to him and smiled. “Jack Wellons called me a few months ago. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen him, and I just thought we could stop on the way. If you don’t mind.”
Of course Aiden didn’t mind, but he was still suspicious. “No problem.” The idea of a picnic in Battery Park sounded nice, though. It was pretty warm for mid-November and the skies were clear and sunny.
Sam just smiled.
Totally up to something.
T HEY RODE the elevator to the seventeenth floor of the office building near the corner of Broadway and Rector Street. Aiden
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