Page 13 of Simply Perfection
Niall’s thumb traced over Matt's cheekbone. “I don’t mind. You looked like you needed the rest. Don’t get me wrong, I love that you’re here, but why the late-night visit?”
Matt’s brain finished waking up, and he swung around to face Niall better with a huge grin. “I think I found him, Niall.”
Niall said nothing, but Matt didn’t see any anger on his face, so he continued, “His name is Trevor, and he’s just like you described. Shaggy blond hair, huge blue eyes, lean body, and his head tops out around my shoulders. I met him today when one of my friends and patients went into crisis down at police headquarters. That’s where Trevor works— in the crime lab as the forensic audio/video analyst. While we were waiting at the hospital for my patient’s partner to come out of surgery—he’s a detective and got shot on the job—I couldn’t help but be drawn to Trevor sitting by himself. It sounds odd, but it was the same feeling that swept over me when I first saw you. That’s why I thought I could trust it. I—”
Niall placed his hand on Matt’s shoulder. “Matt, slow down. Let me make sure I understand everything. You think you found our other soul mate at police headquarters, after learning that your friend’s partner was shot, and have spent the last several hours pacing sterile hallways and getting to know this man, Trevor?”
“Well, Trevor and I went to Dunkin’ Donuts for coffee after we learned Clay would be alright, and I made sure Logan was stable for the evening. That’s where we talked and got to know each other a little better.”
“And where is Trevor now?”
“I took him home. He lives in Dorchester.” Matt grimaced. “Still steams me up to think that he was going to find his way home by public transportation this late without a coat.” Niall made a face as if he didn’t like that any better than Matt.
“And you came here after dropping him off?”
Matt nodded. “I wanted to talk to you. At first I thought you might be mad that I’d taken the initiative with Trevor without consulting you, but then when I kissed him goodnight…”
“You kissed him?” Niall asked softly.
Matt nodded and tried to read Niall’s dark eyes.
“What did you feel? What did you taste?”
Matt thought for a moment. He didn’t think Niall meant literally taste. Niall was probably trying to find out if all this babble was being spurred by Matt’s hormones or something deeper.
“Peace. I felt and tasted peace.”
“Then your and Trevor’s meeting is how we were destined to be brought together. I found you, and you found him. Now all we need to do is have me meet him.” Niall said with a grin.
“Um, I sort of set up a date with him for tomorrow night. I … well, I was hoping you would be there.”
“Of course I’ll be there.”
“There’s only one problem.” Niall raised his eyebrow.
“Trevor doesn’t know about you.”
Trevor stood in the locker room at headquarters and checked himself out in the mirror. He’d brought a change of clothes to work for his date with Matt. A pair of dark gray wool flat-front pants, a V-neck navy blue cashmere sweater and black Cole Haan oxfords. The whole look had cost him the equivalent of half his weekly paycheck, but it was so worth it. Trevor added a dollop of sculpting cream to his hand, then finger-combed the textured layers of his hair so they fell in a perfect messy look.
“Got a hot date?”
Trevor spun around to find Logan leaning against the row of lockers on the far side of the room.
“What are you doing here?”
“Came to turn in my vacation time for when Clay comes home. I’ll be taking off a couple of weeks.”
“What about until then?”
“I’ll be in and out. There’s not much I can do for Clay while he’s in the hospital, and I would drive the man insane if I sat beside his bed twenty-four hours a day.”
“If he can complain, that must mean he’s doing better.”
Logan nodded. “It’ll be several weeks before he’s at full strength, but he’s slowly mending. So what’s with the fancy duds?”
“As you correctly deduced, I’ve got a date.” Trevor held out his arms and turned around. He looked over his shoulder at Logan. “How fuckable is my ass in these pants?”
“I’d give you a solid eight. You’re a little small for my tastes, but you have a nice, tight little round derriere.”
