Page 39 of Born Daddy

It was the right thing to do.

His hand fell, then he twisted his head to check Tate’s apartment window that looked out on the street. The lights weren’t on and anxiety crept into his gut. Was Tate okay? Maybe someone had been waiting for him when he’d entered the apartment and attacked him. Maybe he should go upstairs and check. Or call. He could call and make sure.

Rogan snorted. “Jesus. Get a grip.”

It was after ten, Tate had said he needed to get up early, so he’d probably gone straight to bed. For that matter, Rogan needed to get up even earlier. Yet another reason he shouldn’t be sitting in his truck in a questionable neighborhood while staring at Tate’s window.

Rogan pinched his eyebrows together. That was another thing. What was all that about having to do a check-in with some Master? Rogan rubbed his chin then quickly folded his hands again. Who was this guy, and could he even be trusted? Tate certainly seemed to think so. But Rogan didn’t like the fact that this supposed Master ran the very club where Tate had met Cam.

With one last glance at Tate’s window, Rogan let out a sigh and reached for the ignition. Right as he was about to turn the key, his text notification sounded. He stopped to check the message, his heart picking up a quicker pace when he saw it was from Tate. He must’ve assumed that Rogan was already driving home. Rogan snorted again. That’s what he should be doing, yet here he was.

Hey, just wanted to thank you again for taking me to the beach. I didn’t know how bad I needed to get away. I had a great time. See you Sunday.

Rogan brushed his finger across his upper lip as he considered how to respond. Or when he should respond. Tate would surely find it odd that Rogan was able to text him back when he should rightfully be on the road. He scrubbed his face with one hand and with a groan, set his phone down. Tate knowing that he was still sitting outside his apartment, or assuming Rogan had pulled over to answer his text, seemed too creeperish.

Time to move on.

Rogan found the strength to fire up the truck’s engine and pull away from the curb. That didn’t mean his inner turmoil had eased. It only meant he was doing the proper thing by leaving a young, vulnerable man alone who didn’t need the added burden of dealing with Rogan’s attraction.

Some things were better left unsaid.

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