Page 77 of Adored
It sounded…
Temporary.
What he felt for Poe was anything but, and it needed to be fiancé or husband.
That was all he would settle for at this point.
What Gamble knew was that marrying Storm, while it felt right at the time, was a mistake. You couldn’t fix broken people on your own.
That took therapy and a doctor’s help to survive. Now, marrying your doctor…
Yeah, it was a slippery slope, but he liked a wild ride on most days, and rules were meant to be broken.
He’d learned that as a Marine.
Why not with love too?
“Oh,” she said, finally putting two and two together, and realizing that he was not going to be an eligible man for her.
Plus, it was weird to want to go on a date to a funeral.
That wasNOThis kink.
It was time to make a break for it. Arthur Doyle was out of there.
Thankfully.
“Thanks for your help,” he offered, knowing it was time for him to get out of there. He’d left Poe alone for long enough.
As he escaped, he could at least mark this off of his list of things to do today for Poe.
Once outside of the morgue, there was media everywhere.
Holy.
Shit.
He hadn’t expected them to be inside the building and up in their personal space. The media here was ballsy.
Immediately, he looked for Poe.
They were swarming outside of a bathroom door, and it hit him that his man was trapped in there. That brought that protectiveness out in him.
And anger.
Moving around the ten reporters, he headed for the bathroom, and managed to get inside without many pictures of himself. They were too focused on the man inside, and not someone who had to take a leak.
Gamble had to be careful.
While he had a new name…
He had his old face.
Once inside, the place was empty except for one closed stall door.
“Poe?” he called.
He heard his man immediately.
