Page 47 of Mine to Keep

“Darnell.” His voice was all raspy from sleep, and I wanted very much to pull the covers over our heads and drown the world out.

“He should have called first.”

Matt chuckled. “He did, and texted. It’s almost eleven.” Matt hit a button on the phone, unmuting the microphone. “Be right there, Darnell.”

He pulled the comforter off, and I watched with greedy eyes as he walked his naked self to his dresser. I made no attempts to look away. He turned as he pulled on a shirt and sweats.

“You’re staring.”

I winked and sat up. “Unapologetically.”

He laughed as he left the room. I didn’t hurry to follow, unsure if Matt would want Darnell knowing I was here.

I’d wondered when Darnell had shown up the other day with a big-ass bear and stayed if they were seeing each other. After last night, I felt good about that being false.

I dressed and listened by the bedroom door.

“You feelin’ okay?” Darnell asked.

“Yeah, sorry. I needed a good sleep. I had my phone on vibrate and it was on the floor, so I didn’t hear your calls or texts.” There was a sound of cabinets opening.

“What are you up to today?”

“I do very little on Sundays if I can help it,” Matt joked.

Was he going to tell Darnell he had a visitor? I wished he would, but I wasn’t going to be one of those people who moseyed on out and staked my claim.

“Want to go to a movie?”

Matt made a grunting, groaning noise. “I can’t today, maybe next weekend?”

“Uh-huh, I thought you said you weren’t doing anything today. How can you not be able to go to a movie?”

“Well…” The sudden aroma of coffee tickled my nose, and yeah, he’d better tell him, because I wanted fucking coffee. “I have company, actually.”

“You have…oh, oh, my God.” Darnell lowered his voice, but I could still hear him. “Like in your room, right now?”

Matt chuckled. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that? I can go.”

“Nah, stay. You know him, anyway.”

“I do…who…you didn’t get back with Tony, did you?”

“Fuck, no!”

I took that as my cue to leave the bedroom. I ran my fingers through my hair and walked along the hallway. Darnell was sitting at the table, and Matt was leaning on the counter. Both men looked at me as I entered.

“Nick Saint.” Darnell grinned. “This shouldn’t surprise me.”

“Why shouldn’t it surprise you?” Matt wondered as he pulled three mugs out of his cabinet.

“The Alibi that time…yeah, there were sparks.”

Matt rolled his eyes, but I merely smirked and sat at the table across from Darnell. “Matt’s a hard man to tie down.”

“Pardon you?” Matt placed a mug filled with magic nectar, followed by sugar and cream.

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