Page 24 of Born Daddy

He offered Tate a lopsided grin. “Getting tired of me already?”

Tate’s momentary shock made Rogan regret his remark, but then Tate seemed to grasp the joke.

He chuckled. “No, not at all. I don’t have any big plans.”

“Good. Then I’ll pick you up after work, around three? Remember, it’s my early day.”

Why he didn’t just go home next day then come back later, Rogan couldn’t imagine. It couldn’t possibly be because the sooner he got there, the more time they’d have together. No, it had to be because he figured Tate would like the company. Rogan frowned to himself. He seriously needed to leave.

“That’s great.”

Tate’s expression was the happiest Rogan had yet to see from the young man.

Rogan glanced around awkwardly, then made his way the short distance to the door. He turned as he opened the door and noted that Tate hadn’t moved. Instead, he stood by the chair, gripping the back as if it were the only thing holding him up.

“Goodnight, Tate.” He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating before speaking again. “Call if you need anything. Otherwise, see you tomorrow at three.”

Tate nodded, his eyes wide. “Tomorrow.”

And with that, Rogan closed the door behind him and hurried down the stairs out the apartment building entrance and to his truck. The sooner he put miles between him and Tate, the better. He couldn’t chance that he’d change his mind and go back to make extra sure Tate was okay.

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