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care.”
“Troy—”
“Shut up.” Troy snuggled in closer, eyes refusing to stay open.
“Okay, honey, okay.”
Rafe’s grip tightened infinitesimally, but Troy felt it. He hummed his appreciation.
“I could stay like this for a while.”
“Go ahead,” Rafe said.
Yeah, Troy thought he just might. The earlier adrenaline rush, dealing with all those damned emotions, then the sex. Yeah, he could sleep for a day or two.
Troy relished the feel of Rafe holding him close. His walls were down at the moment, in a way he couldn’t remember happening for a very long time. He could admit it. Rafe meant a lot to him. A whole lot. And he would be quite content to stay here.
Wrapped up in his cowboy’s arms, Troy finally dropped off to sleep.
CHAPTER 7
Ken’s Lincoln Navigator pulled to a stop in front of the narrow porch in a cloud of dust. Poor Ken was probably freaking out. All that grime on his beloved car.
Rafe stepped up behind Troy in the doorway. Even without turning, Troy could feel the nerves pouring off his lover.
“Easy, Rafe,” he murmured, reaching behind to take Rafe’s hand. “It’s gonna be fine.”
When Mark stepped out of the vehicle, Rafe’s grip tightened until Troy could nearly feel the bones grind together.
“Ouch,” he said conversationally. Thank goodness Rafe was behind him and couldn’t see his wince. Man had a grip like a gorilla.
“Sorry, honey.” Rafe loosened his grip but still kept his hold on Troy.
“Listen, remember what I told you,” Troy warned Rafe. He watched their visitors walk toward them. Mark’s face was belligerent, as only a teenager could be. “He’s got a lot of anger and he still views you as the enemy. Take it slow.”
Rafe didn’t answer and Troy suppressed a sigh of irritation. He had a feeling his cowboy hadn’t listened to a word he’d said over the last twenty-four hours.
His suspicions were confirmed a minute later. Mark stopped at the foot of the stairs and Rafe’s control broke. He dashed past Troy and grabbed Mark into a big hug, nearly lifting the much smaller man off his feet.
“Oh, God, squirt,” he whispered. “Even after…I didn’t really believe…Oh, God, it’s really you.”
“Hey, man, get off me!” Mark struggled but couldn’t wiggle out of Rafe’s hug. “What’s wrong with you?”
Troy rolled his eyes.
Mark’s panicked expression turned to him. “Dude, you weren’t supposed to say anything! I’m your client, you’re supposed to do what I say!”
“Come on, kid, give it a rest,” Troy snapped. “It’s time to grow up and stop sneaking around.”
“But I’m paying you! You’re supposed to—”
“Oh, please.” Troy watched dispassionately as Mark finally managed to shove away from Rafe. The kid stepped behind Ken, watching Rafe with wary eyes, as if expecting to be attacked with hugs again at any moment. With the way Rafe looked at the kid, it was probably a reasonable suspicion.
“Ken was paying me, not you. And yes, I knew. I’m not stupid.” The last was addressed to Ken, who was wearing a look that was a combination of surprise and confusion. “Besides, I’m not going to take a dime for this clusterfuck. Now, will everyone please come inside so we can sit down and talk like civilized human beings?”
It took some work, but Troy was finally able to herd their little group inside the house and away from the prying eyes of the other ranch hands. Not that they wouldn’t know everything soon enough; cowboys gossiped like little old blue-haired women at a church potluck. He trusted Chip and Jason, but he still wasn’t too sure about the others who popped in and out. He’d prefer to enact this scene without an audience. He had the feeling it was going to be a doozy.
Troy waited until Rafe had sat, then he plopped himself in his cowboy’s lap. He figured it was the only way he was going to keep Rafe in one place. Rafe grunted in surprise, but his arms wrapped around Troy’s waist. Troy patted the muscular
“Troy—”
“Shut up.” Troy snuggled in closer, eyes refusing to stay open.
“Okay, honey, okay.”
Rafe’s grip tightened infinitesimally, but Troy felt it. He hummed his appreciation.
“I could stay like this for a while.”
“Go ahead,” Rafe said.
Yeah, Troy thought he just might. The earlier adrenaline rush, dealing with all those damned emotions, then the sex. Yeah, he could sleep for a day or two.
Troy relished the feel of Rafe holding him close. His walls were down at the moment, in a way he couldn’t remember happening for a very long time. He could admit it. Rafe meant a lot to him. A whole lot. And he would be quite content to stay here.
Wrapped up in his cowboy’s arms, Troy finally dropped off to sleep.
CHAPTER 7
Ken’s Lincoln Navigator pulled to a stop in front of the narrow porch in a cloud of dust. Poor Ken was probably freaking out. All that grime on his beloved car.
Rafe stepped up behind Troy in the doorway. Even without turning, Troy could feel the nerves pouring off his lover.
“Easy, Rafe,” he murmured, reaching behind to take Rafe’s hand. “It’s gonna be fine.”
When Mark stepped out of the vehicle, Rafe’s grip tightened until Troy could nearly feel the bones grind together.
“Ouch,” he said conversationally. Thank goodness Rafe was behind him and couldn’t see his wince. Man had a grip like a gorilla.
“Sorry, honey.” Rafe loosened his grip but still kept his hold on Troy.
“Listen, remember what I told you,” Troy warned Rafe. He watched their visitors walk toward them. Mark’s face was belligerent, as only a teenager could be. “He’s got a lot of anger and he still views you as the enemy. Take it slow.”
Rafe didn’t answer and Troy suppressed a sigh of irritation. He had a feeling his cowboy hadn’t listened to a word he’d said over the last twenty-four hours.
His suspicions were confirmed a minute later. Mark stopped at the foot of the stairs and Rafe’s control broke. He dashed past Troy and grabbed Mark into a big hug, nearly lifting the much smaller man off his feet.
“Oh, God, squirt,” he whispered. “Even after…I didn’t really believe…Oh, God, it’s really you.”
“Hey, man, get off me!” Mark struggled but couldn’t wiggle out of Rafe’s hug. “What’s wrong with you?”
Troy rolled his eyes.
Mark’s panicked expression turned to him. “Dude, you weren’t supposed to say anything! I’m your client, you’re supposed to do what I say!”
“Come on, kid, give it a rest,” Troy snapped. “It’s time to grow up and stop sneaking around.”
“But I’m paying you! You’re supposed to—”
“Oh, please.” Troy watched dispassionately as Mark finally managed to shove away from Rafe. The kid stepped behind Ken, watching Rafe with wary eyes, as if expecting to be attacked with hugs again at any moment. With the way Rafe looked at the kid, it was probably a reasonable suspicion.
“Ken was paying me, not you. And yes, I knew. I’m not stupid.” The last was addressed to Ken, who was wearing a look that was a combination of surprise and confusion. “Besides, I’m not going to take a dime for this clusterfuck. Now, will everyone please come inside so we can sit down and talk like civilized human beings?”
It took some work, but Troy was finally able to herd their little group inside the house and away from the prying eyes of the other ranch hands. Not that they wouldn’t know everything soon enough; cowboys gossiped like little old blue-haired women at a church potluck. He trusted Chip and Jason, but he still wasn’t too sure about the others who popped in and out. He’d prefer to enact this scene without an audience. He had the feeling it was going to be a doozy.
Troy waited until Rafe had sat, then he plopped himself in his cowboy’s lap. He figured it was the only way he was going to keep Rafe in one place. Rafe grunted in surprise, but his arms wrapped around Troy’s waist. Troy patted the muscular
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