Page 84 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

“Kenny!” Fraser tied the belt on the gown that, try as it might, didn’t have enough material to stretch around his broad frame. “This is a surprise.”

“Is Jack home?”

“Uh, yeah. He’s just…we were …” Fraser’s cheeks flushed a deeper red than his hair. “He’s in the bath. Is this urgent?”

“Unfortunately.” Looked like he’d just stumbled on story time.

Fraser stepped aside, gesturing them both in, and Kenny noted the slight confusion of who Aaron was. But Kenny didn’t have the time or patience to do any introductions right then.

“I’ll go get him.”

“Thanks.” Kenny stepped into the narrow hallway.

As Fraser ascended the stairs, Aaron tilted his head as if trying to glimpse what lay beneath the dressing gown.

Kenny nudged him. “Would you like a tissue to wipe your drool?”

“Oh, come on.” He gestured to the stairs. “It’s just window shopping. Aren’t you curious to see if he’s as big underneath that gown?”

“No.”

Aaron smirked. “Liar.”

Heavy footsteps thudded down the stairs, and Jack appeared, wriggling into a T-shirt over jogging bottoms hung a little too loose to be his own, with Fraser following behind, his gown flaying in the breeze. They reallyhadstumbled on playtime.

“Kenny,” Jack said, tone clipped. “It’s a bit late, isn’t it?”

“We need to talk to you,” Kenny said, clutching his bag as ifit held the answers to everything. It might well do. “I’m avoiding the phone in case you want this off the record.”

Jack peered behind him. “We?”

“Yes.” Kenny gestured to Aaron. “We.”

Jack’s gaze shifted back to Kenny. “And what capacity ishehere in?”

Kenny shrugged. “My protégé.”

“Aww, thanks, doc.” Aaron wrinkled his nose in mock delight. “Although I prefer the pet name you called me last night, FYI.”

Jack groaned, stomping toward the living room. “Jesus Christ.”

Kenny turned to Aaron. “Do you have to?”

“What?”

“Antagonise him.”

“He started it.”

“And I’m finishing it.”

“Yes, daddy.” Aaron shrugged. “What? If I get protégé, you can be daddy.”

Kenny angled his head toward the living room. “Move.”

Once in the living room, with Jack pacing, Aaron sank onto the couch, but Kenny remained standing.

Fraser popped his head in. “Can I get anyone a drink?”

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