Page 92 of Game On

Had Jamie been right? Adriana had flown all the way out here not just for her meetings, but also to see him? Or—mindbogglingly—had she come primarily to see him and the meetings were just a side benefit? Was that why she kept coming up to the main floor?

That made him wonder if her hotel room had actually been cancelled—or if she’d ever had one at all. Had she been hoping for exactly this?

Dorian swallowed hard and clutched the edge of a blanket in his fist. The lack of relationship between them hadn’t been all her fault. Dorian hadn’t made an effort either. “I mean, I guess I could answer your texts from now on.”

She beamed, taking that for the apology it was.

The front door swung open, and Jamie’s voice rang out, clear and excited. “Dori! I got us champagne!”

Dorian made a shooing motion at his sister as Poppy hopped off the couch and raced toward Jamie. “Go away,” he whisper-shouted.

Adriana went, giggling under her breath, and shut the door to the basement behind her.

Dorian scrambled out of the fort and joined Jamie in the foyer. “What’s the champagne for?”

Jamie made a very sarcastic tch sound. “He launches his new business and thinks I won’t bring home the champagne,” he said to the dog. “Congratulations, baby.” He gave Dorian a very appreciative up-and-down glance, then cupped Dorian’s face between his cold hands and kissed him soundly, sending every thought fleeing out of Dorian’s head, save for hot and wet and good. “I’m so proud of you.” Jamie’s arms banded around him like steel, and he picked Dorian up, hugging him close. “And so excited. Do you have any subscriptions yet?”

“Um...” Dorian shook his head to clear it. “The site’s only been live for, like, two hours.”

“Check.” Jamie set him back down. “I want to see.”

“But what if there’s no subscriptions?”

Amusement glinted in Jamie’s eyes. “Then there’s no subscriptions. The site only went live two hours ago.”

Dorian glared at him.

But he took out his phone.

Logged into the backend of his website.

“Oh, there’s...” Squinting at his screen, he refreshed the page, but sure enough, the number of subscriptions didn’t change. “Ten subscriptions?”

“I should’ve brought two bottles of champagne,” Jamie murmured.

Dorian clicked on the list of orders and?—

The first subscription was Adriana’s.

The next eight were Jamie’s seven siblings and his parents.

The tenth was Gio Vitone who Dorian hadn’t even met yet.

His eyes watered and his nostrils flared against the burn in his nose.

“What?” Jamie clasped the back of Dorian’s neck. “What’s wrong? Is it all bots or something?”

Unable to speak past the rock wedged in his throat, Dorian showed him the phone.

“Hey, look at that.” There was awe in Jamie’s voice, a hint of amazement, but not surprise.

“Did you do this?” Dorian managed to choke out.

“Not me. Maybe Will? Weren’t you working with him earlier this week on a few improvements to the site? Aw, don’t cry, baby.”

Dorian let out a wet laugh, a weird mixture of embarrassed and touched mingling in his stomach. “I’m being stupid. It’s just... I would’ve sent all these people a free box if they’d asked. They didn’t need to subscribe. Except maybe Gio. I don’t know him.”

Jamie chuckled and pulled him in close. “They just want to support you.”

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