Page 65 of Treasure and Tarot

Sebastian gasped, smacking him.

“We’ll do the dishes and then leave quietly,” Iago said. “Come on, Law.”

“Yep.” Law hopped up, and they headed to the kitchen.

“I’ll take all the glasses and shit they missed,” Mason muttered, shaking his head.

Sebastian glanced at Gent. “Are you serious about coming here?”

Gent snorted. “These guys are all hardcore misfits who have been searching for a home for years, but it never gelled in Cali. I can’t wait to give them what they need here. It will stick. I can feel it.”

A window flew open, and all three turned to stare as a little dust-devil-type motion brought a rose into the house to land at Gent’s feet.

Sebastian laughed as Gent and Colton stared. Well, that was…sure. “Welcome to the neighborhood, Gent. I think you might be on to something.”

Chapter

Twenty-One

“Colton? Can we talk?” Sebastian caught him as he was putting the ring box back in his pocket for like, the third time that afternoon, and he started, staggering a little as his cane slipped.

“Whoops!”

Sebastian grabbed him. “Are you okay?”

“Yep. Just worked out too hard this morning.” Gent had bought a huge Craftsman house with two parlors, four bedrooms, and a converted carriage house in the back for the business.

They had it tricked out with a game room, a brain center office, a home gym, and guest quarters for people like Thierry when they came to visit.

The guys loved it, and he and Gent had a place to go when they needed to work all together.

When it was just him and Gent, well…

Gent had bought the place next door. He loved it. There was perfect hundred-year-old cabbage rose wallpaper in the master closet.

The man was a loon.

“So, uh, sure.” He beamed at Sebastian, proud that he’d followed that thread back around. “Wanna sit?”

“Yes, please.” Sebastian drew him into the parlor to sit on the sofa. Abby was napping on her favorite blanket in there, a little shaft of sunlight slanting across her.

So sweet.

He sat, meeting Sebastian’s gaze. “So, what’s up, baby?”

Sebastian folded his hands, then looked down at them before meeting his eyes again. “Well, it’s been a couple of months, now.”

“It has.” A couple of amazing, busy, wonderful months. They had wrangled over the side of the bed, agreed wholeheartedly on his office area in the parlor instead of the dining room, and they’d made Gent give them a grocery budget for the guys, who were at their house more than at their own when it was suppertime.

Xavi was talking about hiring someone to run a coffee food cart at the park so the guys wouldn’t have to go to the diner or run up to his shop to get a drink.

“Right. I wanted to check in, kind of…check the pulse of things. With us.”

Oh God. What if he was wrong? Colton was sure things were going so well, and he wanted to stay for life. He was planning on proposing. But what if he was reading everything wrong?

“I—Are you unhappy?”

“What? No! No.” Sebastian grabbed his hand. “I’m-- love you. I think this whole experience is amazing. But I need to make plans. I feel like, like, we’re at that point.”

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