Page 70 of Treasure and Tarot

“Hmm? Yeah. Sure.” Sebastian hunched in on himself. “It’s just a little cold out here.”

“Did you want to go hang out at Fuel instead? We can wait for the guys there.”

Sebastian gave him a sideways kind of glance. “We brought three cars.”

“Uh-huh.” Now it was his turn to frown. “Okay…”

“That was sweet! Did you hear that, Colton?” Iago bounced over. “We end at the hotel and, while the old lower-level coal room stuff is off-limits, we get to go to the haunted room on the third floor.”

“Cool. We’ll have to go.”

“Yaaaay.” Sebastian said it mostly under his breath, and Iago was bouncing off again, so he missed it. Colton heard, though.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He stopped, turning Sebastian to face him.

“Can we go home?” Those green eyes looked a little feverish.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He thought this was great, but if Sebastian wasn’t feeling well…

“Look, husband,” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Colton. I love you. I stopped taking birth control, and we got married.”

Okay, he wasn’t following. That had been well over a month ago and—“Oh.”

“Yes, oh.” Sebastian gave him a sarcastic little grin. “I’m very, incredibly ready to. You know…”

Suddenly, Colton was completely derailed. Also he thought he was experiencing maybe a little performance anxiety. Because this was a very clear signal that Sebastian was ready to spend some long, involved time with him and his cock and his knot in order to try to make a baby. It seemed very, oh he didn’t know, planned.

Sebastian tilted his head, blinked at him, then his expression stilled. He sort of pulled away, gaze sliding away from him. “We’ve lost the tour. We better hurry up. Everyone’s waiting for us.”

“But I thought—” Wait, didn’t Sebastian want to leave?

“What? It’s no big deal. Let’s go. They’re waiting for us.”

Okay, so he had done something wrong. He wasn’t sure exactly what he’d done, but now Sebastian was pissed, or possibly hurt, or at least frustrated. He didn’t know.

They caught up to the tour, and Sebastian slipped away from him, pushing into the crowd of folks going to stand near Stone, asking questions and markedly not looking at him.

Mason headed over, a wicked grin on his face. “So what did you do?”

“What?” He didn’t know!

“Well, obviously you did something. He’s been hanging all over you, and then all of a sudden, you’re like persona non grata. So what did you do? Tell Uncle Mason.”

“I didn’t do anything, and it’s none of your business.” Dammit. He didn’t need this shit.

Mason chuckled, the sound just bubbling out of him. “Oh, you’re in big trouble, man. Let me guess.”

“Don’t guess.” He didn’t want Mason to guess.

“No, seriously, I want to guess.”

“You are not guessing.” He was not going to do this. This was personal. This wasn’t about Mason, and he didn’t want to discuss this in mixed company. Colton didn’t want to discuss it at all. He just wanted to take Sebastian home, but Sebastian wasn’t even acknowledging his existence right now, and he didn’t know why.

Well, maybe he knew why a little bit.

“Look, I have a little bit of advice for you.”

“Mason, you’re a good friend and I really, really care about you. And if you don’t shut up, I’m gonna punch you in the face.” He didn’t need advice from Mr. I’ll Fuck Anything that Walks and I’ve Never Had a Relationship Longer than an Hour.

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