Page 22 of Their Little House Tristan
I nodded. “They are. But I’m glad I’m able to help people. I told the firm when I came in that I wanted to have the freedom to pick my cases. If they hadn’t agreed, I would be working for a nonprofit, I think. I’ve only ever wanted to help people.”
We talked more about both of us through the night, but more and more I missed Tristan, and I told him so.
James chuckled. “You know, Tristan said the same thing last night. That he missed you.”
By the end of the meal, I realized nothing felt right unless the three of us were together.
“I don’t want the night to end,” James said.
“It doesn’t have to,” I whispered. “I’m off tomorrow. Tristan is off tomorrow too.”
James bit down on his bottom lip. “How would you feel about calling Tristan and asking if he wanted to join us at my house.”
“You want us to spend the night at your house?” I asked, my tummy buzzing with a billion butterflies.
“I do. Do you want to?”
Instead of answering, I got my phone out and called Tristan. He answered on the first ring. “Bellamy, is everything okay?”
“Everything is great. James and I were just talking about how much we missed you and James wanted us to spend the night at his house. What do you think? We could swing by in a few minutes and pick you up.”
Tristan sighed. “I was lying here missing both of you as well. Please hurry. I’m packing a bag.”
“What did he say?”
“He is packing a bag.”
James chuckled and rubbed his chest. “Damn, I am so lucky to have found you two. I wished for a partner to share this life with, but I never dreamed I would find two of you. The gods have most certainly smiled on me.”
We arrived at the house in record time and I rushed in to get Tristan. We told him all about our date and how much we missed him being around.
“I know we agreed solo dates would be good,” I said. “But let’s not ever do this again.”
Tristan reached to hold my hand in the car. “I feel the same way. James?”
“Absolutely agreed. But if either of you needs a bit more time and care, please let me know. I would hate to accidentally give favor to one of you. Promise you’ll tell me.”
We talked all the way to James’ house, and what a house it was.
“Let’s go inside, my sweet ones.”
Chapter Fifteen
James
“Oh my god, he’s a goldendoodle! Like Dutterpup and Elsie.” Tristan fell on his knees in front of King, who accepted his hugs and pets as his due. My dog had never met anyone he didn’t like—at least not while he’d been in my care, and I didn’t like to think that he’d had a rough time before City GoldenDoodle. All I could do was make his life as perfect as possible going forward. “What a good boy.”
“He actually is besties with Dutterpup and Elsie. When I volunteer there, he comes along to visit.”
“Wow, you volunteer at the shelter, too?” Tristan scratched King under the chin. “That’s very nice of you.”
“Well, my friend comes from there, and I’m very grateful for the good care they gave him.” I led the way into the living room. “Who wants something to drink?”
Nobody said a word.
“Who wants the tour?”
Two hands went up.
