need to make me disappear without a trace?”
A longer pause before Westley denied this. Jaylen pinned it to embarrassment, since he was bright red.
“ Then I’m taking my own car.”
“ But, but, but,” Westley spluttered. “It’s not right for you to drive yourself!”
What? “Westley. This is not 1950 and I am not wearing bobby socks. Now come on. I’ll follow you home.” He hoped Westley wouldn’t suggest that they fuck in Jaylen’s room instead. He’d need more than a minute to make the place respectable in that “I’m not a serial killer, honest,” kind of way.
“ Okay.” Westley seemed to find some resolve with Jaylen’s standing up for his right to drive his damn self, but he didn’t look happy about it. He fumbled for his car handle. “Stay close, all right? I live way out in the country.” His expression turned sheepish. “Not that you have to go far to qualify for that around here.”
“ Will do.” Jaylen grinned and swung himself into his own car. He revved it up and followed Westley out.
WESTLEY KEPT BOTH hands on the wheel and tapped it with his pinky fingers for most of the drive. He kept a close eye on the rear view mirror to make sure Jaylen stayed with him. Jaylen’s cream-colored VW bug bounced along behind. Maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea to bring Jaylen to his house, but it was the safest place he could think of to hide him. Everyone would be staking out the motel tonight. He wished Jaylen would have left his car behind. It would throw them off. They’d assume he’d stayed in. And, with Denton’s acting like Westley needed to stay home and practice his knitting (not that there was anything shameful in that; he happened to be quite skilled), the focus on finding Jaylen would keep his friends who might normally stop by out of his hair.
Plus, he couldn’t wait to show Jaylen a thing or two in bed. For all that he was nervous about everything else, his ass was all on board. Considering what he’d learned about Jaylen (if it was even true), this was probably something he’d want to worry about himself later on. For now, he’d let his attraction lead him and, hopefully, keep everyone safe. Jaylen couldn’t kill anyone if he was occupied, right?
Jaylen pulled into the drive behind him. Westley got out of his truck. The motion sensor lights came on to light the way up to the porch.
“ Nice place.” Jaylen didn’t slam his car door. He closed it quiet, with the same care as if he were soothing a baby to sleep.
“ Nice car.” The Beetle had some rusting around the edges, but the rest of it looked good.
“ It’s a junker,” Jaylen said, looking at Westley as if he wasn’t sure if he was being mocked. “But it gets me around.” He brushed past Westley as he walked to the porch. “You got any beer? I’m parched.”
“ Uh, yeah. Door’s unlocked.”
Jaylen swiveled around to stare at him. “You leave your door unlocked?” He pushed the hanging screen door out of the way, turned the knob and the front door popped open.
Westley shrugged. “Welcome to the middle of nowhere. I’m more likely to come home to find someone’s left a pie on my counter than to find my television’s missing. Although—” He winced.
“ What?” Jaylen looked ready to fight whatever threat had made its way into Westley’s home.
“ Last year the zucchini crop was really good and somebody left three bushels in my kitchen.”
“ Oh.” Jaylen deflated. So there was an enemy he wasn’t a match for.
“ There’s still zucchini bread in the freezer,” Westley offered. “If you’re hungry.”
“ Beer’s fine for now.”
“ Suit yourself.” Westley grinned. After a second, Jaylen grinned back and stepped inside the cabin. Westley left him to explore the main room while he went to the refrigerator to pull out two brown bottles. Placing them both on the counter, he went into the bathroom to freshen up. Jaylen hadn’t made any sign he wanted to get straight to
A longer pause before Westley denied this. Jaylen pinned it to embarrassment, since he was bright red.
“ Then I’m taking my own car.”
“ But, but, but,” Westley spluttered. “It’s not right for you to drive yourself!”
What? “Westley. This is not 1950 and I am not wearing bobby socks. Now come on. I’ll follow you home.” He hoped Westley wouldn’t suggest that they fuck in Jaylen’s room instead. He’d need more than a minute to make the place respectable in that “I’m not a serial killer, honest,” kind of way.
“ Okay.” Westley seemed to find some resolve with Jaylen’s standing up for his right to drive his damn self, but he didn’t look happy about it. He fumbled for his car handle. “Stay close, all right? I live way out in the country.” His expression turned sheepish. “Not that you have to go far to qualify for that around here.”
“ Will do.” Jaylen grinned and swung himself into his own car. He revved it up and followed Westley out.
WESTLEY KEPT BOTH hands on the wheel and tapped it with his pinky fingers for most of the drive. He kept a close eye on the rear view mirror to make sure Jaylen stayed with him. Jaylen’s cream-colored VW bug bounced along behind. Maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea to bring Jaylen to his house, but it was the safest place he could think of to hide him. Everyone would be staking out the motel tonight. He wished Jaylen would have left his car behind. It would throw them off. They’d assume he’d stayed in. And, with Denton’s acting like Westley needed to stay home and practice his knitting (not that there was anything shameful in that; he happened to be quite skilled), the focus on finding Jaylen would keep his friends who might normally stop by out of his hair.
Plus, he couldn’t wait to show Jaylen a thing or two in bed. For all that he was nervous about everything else, his ass was all on board. Considering what he’d learned about Jaylen (if it was even true), this was probably something he’d want to worry about himself later on. For now, he’d let his attraction lead him and, hopefully, keep everyone safe. Jaylen couldn’t kill anyone if he was occupied, right?
Jaylen pulled into the drive behind him. Westley got out of his truck. The motion sensor lights came on to light the way up to the porch.
“ Nice place.” Jaylen didn’t slam his car door. He closed it quiet, with the same care as if he were soothing a baby to sleep.
“ Nice car.” The Beetle had some rusting around the edges, but the rest of it looked good.
“ It’s a junker,” Jaylen said, looking at Westley as if he wasn’t sure if he was being mocked. “But it gets me around.” He brushed past Westley as he walked to the porch. “You got any beer? I’m parched.”
“ Uh, yeah. Door’s unlocked.”
Jaylen swiveled around to stare at him. “You leave your door unlocked?” He pushed the hanging screen door out of the way, turned the knob and the front door popped open.
Westley shrugged. “Welcome to the middle of nowhere. I’m more likely to come home to find someone’s left a pie on my counter than to find my television’s missing. Although—” He winced.
“ What?” Jaylen looked ready to fight whatever threat had made its way into Westley’s home.
“ Last year the zucchini crop was really good and somebody left three bushels in my kitchen.”
“ Oh.” Jaylen deflated. So there was an enemy he wasn’t a match for.
“ There’s still zucchini bread in the freezer,” Westley offered. “If you’re hungry.”
“ Beer’s fine for now.”
“ Suit yourself.” Westley grinned. After a second, Jaylen grinned back and stepped inside the cabin. Westley left him to explore the main room while he went to the refrigerator to pull out two brown bottles. Placing them both on the counter, he went into the bathroom to freshen up. Jaylen hadn’t made any sign he wanted to get straight to
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