Page 83 of Treasure and Tarot

And Gent added, “Or Abby?”

“Right?” Gent and Law, they got him.

He heard the water starting upstairs, and it occurred to him that he was missing primo naked time with Sebastian, and the longer he missed it, the more aggravated Sebastian was likely to get, and he might be spending the night down here on the couch, which was not good for his knee.

“Do you guys mind if I go upstairs and have a shower with my husband like I promised? You know how to lock the door on your way out.”

“Not a problem, man, not a problem at all,” Gent said with a smile that seemed wildly eager. “We’ll lock up and turn off all the lights and stuff. We just want to do a couple of readings, check a couple of things. I think we’re going to have to write a book about this place.”

“Knock yourselves out. I got a naked pregnant guy upstairs, and a sleeping child so… I’m outie.”

They both laughed at him but waved as he limped up the stairs.

“Is there room for me?” he asked when he walked into the bathroom.

“Of course there is,” Sebastian called from the shower. “Strip and get your cold ass in here.”

He did just that, peeling off layers so he could step into the shower stall. The warmth actually took his breath when he did, and it made him stagger.

Sebastian grabbed him, dancing him over to the bench seat so he could plop down. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, baby. Sorry. The cold then hot took my breath.”

“Mmm.” Sebastian grabbed the retractable shower head and started gently spraying his head. “Let me do your hair.”

“Thanks, baby. I left Law and Gent downstairs.”

“They’ll lock up,” Sebastian murmured.

“They will.” He leaned into Sebastian’s touch. “I didn’t want to miss this.”

“I didn’t want you to, either. And when we’re done here, you need to go kiss Abby goodnight.”

“I know. But I am a ghost hunter at heart.” He smoothed his hands over Sebastian’s belly.

“Silly man.” Sebastian washed him carefully, and he returned the favor, and while there was no knotting happening tonight, they were both breathing deep and both hard by the time they were done.

That was going to be nice when they woke up later on. They would have the energy then, too.

They leaned against each other, letting the hot water run down on them, and he finally realized Sebastian was dozing against him.

“Hey, you. Come on. Let’s dry you off and put us to bed.” There was no way he was going downstairs again to check on the guys, so he would just text. But he would stop in and see Abby, even if she was asleep. He made a point to kiss her every night.

They pulled towels off the towel warmer to dry off, then wrapped up in their robes. He went to kiss Abby, and by the time he’d texted Gent a few times and gotten the answer that everything was locked up and safe, Sebastian was burrowed under the covers, the TV on low volume playing Top Chef reruns.

He slid into bed, rubbing some Aspercreme on his knee before he pulled up the covers and plugged in his phone. Colton turned off the light on the bedside table, just as happy as he’d ever been.

He loved this domestic stuff after all those years of being on the road.

“Did you have fun?” Sebastian asked.

“I did. I really did.” They had bought a ton of bizarre gifts for the guys and for Gent’s mom and dad and sister. The only thing Sebastian had let him buy Abby was a hat with candy cane stripes. It had been made by the Garden Club ladies’ auxiliary.

And it had replaced the one Abby had lost at the tree lighting.

“Good.” Sebastian yawned. “I love you.”

Colton rolled over, pulling Sebastian into his body so they could spoon, sharing his warmth. “I love you too, baby. Good night.”

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