Page 74 of The Retreat

Isaac snorts and coughs. Oliver glares at me while he pats his husband’s back, and Owen smiles. Tonight has been a success.

TWENTY-FIVE

Colin

Since Owen returned from training camp, he’s focused. It’s sexy as hell to see the confidence in him. I haven’t found him under the chaise in a while, which has to mean good things.

But I have plans for us tonight.

Baby Bird: Are you serious about this?

Corruptor: Yes.

Baby Bird: Oliver is not agreeing to this.

Corruptor: He will if he wants to see his brother.

Owen walks in from his late practice, and I’m waiting for him with a drink and food.

He stops and lifts an eyebrow at me, clearly reading this for what it is.

“What did you do?”

I hand him the protein bar and water and kiss his cheek. “Get changed. We’re going to a hockey game.” He opens his mouth to argue, but I hold up a hand and keep talking. “Oliver and Isaac are coming too. You need to do something that is not fencing related, and we need to be seen in public.”

“You convinced Oliver to do this?”

“I did.”

“How?”

“Under threat.”

“There’s no threat you could make that would work on him. Try again.”

I step into his space, sliding my hands up his chest and behind his neck. “It was either he comes or he doesn’t get to see you.”

“He would find a way around you.”

I shrug. “I honestly don’t care what Isaac told him. He’s going.”

Owen sets his stuff on the table and wraps his arms around my lower back.

“Also, welcome home, husband.” I give him a quick kiss.

“NHL or college?”

I smile triumphantly. “College. We’re playing the Monsters and need to show our support.”

“That’s going to be an intense game.”

“It is. Better get ready.” Excitement hums in my blood. Hockey is intense, fast-paced, and dangerous. Big burly men in thick pads with knife shoes trained in aggression and fueled by testosterone. It’s basically a wet dream.

Owen heads into the bedroom to change into the clothes I’ve laid out for him. The dark wash jeans fit him like they were made for him, and I curse myself for picking them. His ass is amazing.

Oliver is looking smug when we pick him and Isaac up, though Isaac is a bit red faced. Either they just fucked, or Oliver has promised retribution for this. I love this for Isaac.

“You’re looking—” Owen cuts himself off.

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