Page 34 of Treasure and Tarot

Colton chuckled. “Yeah. Or stabbed someone else. I think your buddies wake up and choose violence most days.”

“Only against you.” Sebastian made a wry face and chuckled. “Well, mainly. Xander can be a little aggressive. Xavi is usually very Zen.”

“Uh-huh. He’s been a little wild about our descending on the coffee shop some mornings. Gives the guys hell about not wanting to settle for hotel coffee, just like he did me.”

“Well, you know, the ladies make the coffee. Not Xander. He and his sous slash dishwasher come in at lunchtime and work through supper.”

“Maybe they should contract with Xavi for the coffee.”

Bastian tilted his head. “That’s an exceptional idea. At least when it’s high season or there are large parties like yours.”

“We’d totally pay an upcharge for it. That urn the ladies use is…intense.” Colton kissed Sebastian’s nose.

“I’ll tell Xavi to talk to them.”

A knock came at the door, and Sebastian popped up off his lap. “I’ll get it. You rest your leg.”

He watched, bemused, because no one on his crew did for him, really. They were his friends, but they fully expected him to growl if they tried to help when he was wobbly. This was…nice.

He felt cared for.

Of course, he wanted Sebastian as his lover. His omega. None of the guys inspired even a hint of sexual heat in him.

In fact, ew.

Sebastian thanked whoever it was at the door, then rolled in a cart with domed plates on it. “So, what did you get us?”

“When I called down, Xander told me it was chef’s choice, and I told him you were coming so he wouldn’t spit on it.”

“Oh, gag. Well, let’s see…” Sebastian lifted domes. “Garlic bread. Caesar salad. And chicken pesto pasta.”

“Yum.” That actually sounded amazing. Not what he might have ordered by himself, but as a date-night meal? So yay.

“Mmm. I bet there’s cheesecake too.” Sebastian peeked under the last dome. “Yep. Basque cheesecake with cherries.”

“We’ll set that aside, huh?”

“For now. But I’ll definitely revisit that. Xander makes the best cheesecake.”

“This all looks delish.” He frowned when Sebastian sat back in his own chair.

“Stop scowling. You don’t need me sitting on your leg all through supper.”

“Are you sure? It felt pretty good to me.”

Bastian blushed a pretty pink. “Well, it felt good to me, too. But I worry about your leg.”

“Trust me, baby. With you around, I don’t even feel it.”

Chapter

Twelve

Sebastian thought he might just die of the cute.

The guys had been at the house all day filming, but they’d come back up to the hotel for supper, and they’d brought a bunch of Abby’s clothes and toys with them when they did.

They were waiting for their dinner in the private dining room, and the guys, including Colton, were all on the floor with Abby, playing some convoluted ball game with her grocery store bouncy ball that only she knew the rules to.

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