Page 70 of Honorable Convictions
“Thanks, Kyle. I missed Vegas too.” After disconnecting, Pierson mused that he’d told the truth. Las Vegas was a bright city with a kinetic energy that matched his own constant need to be busy. Beyond the lively strip of casinos and attractions was a compelling landscape of mountains, desert, and blue skies. While he loved the traditional and stately beauty of DC, Vegas called to him on a level he certainly hadn’t appreciated until he’d said good-bye.
It also had Mitchell going for it, and his mate was unapologetically enamored of the city. With no clue how to fill the morning hours, he went with instinct and tapped on his phone until he heard the voice that had always upended his world.
“JK Brooks.”
“You know it’s me.”
“I thought maybe if I used my official voice, you’d forgo the idea of bitching about how you have nothing to do.”
“I called the RKs.”
“They’re in session.”
“I know. I need to come back early.”
Mitchell snorted. “Tell me about it.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s kind of cute but also annoying.”
“I might go to the store.”
“If you make any more cookies, we’re going to have to start selling them.”
“Well, what the hell else am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know. Go to the Spectra Wizardry and see if someone will help you summon a demon to help us eat all the fucking cookies.”
“That’s not helpful. Summoning demons is impossible.”
“Take a walk on a beach, Blondie. Go sightseeing somewhere. I don’t know.”
“I’d rather do those things with you.”
“This pouty voice is sexy, but I have a meeting.”
“Where you’ll get cases and I still have nothing to do.”
“I’ll give you mine if you promise not to go to the grocery store today.”
“Liar.”
“No, seriously, I opened the fridge this morning and got pelted with random cheese. We don’t need any more food. And while I’d love to continue to debate the topic with you, I really do have to go.”
“I know. I love you.”
“Me too. See you later.”
∞∞∞
At one o’clock, Pierson bounded through the door of his condo with his arms full of bags and flush with success. Pierson managed to kill all the morning hours, eat lunch at a fascinating diner where he watched vacationers wandering through a giant casino, and now he had to wait for the Reverent Knights to call him. With his recent discovery of how unable he was to have no pressing concerns, Pierson pulled out his cell phone and tapped the screen a few times.
“Hello, darling.”
“What the fuck?”
“Well, you got pissed earlier when I answered as JK Brooks, so I decided to try something loving and sexy.”
