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“I’m not surprised that he still wants to continue doing business. I am surprised that he requested you speak only through email.”
“I’m not. You put fear in him,” Lawrence chuckled, heading into the kitchen. “But anyway. How was your day?”
“It was fine. Someone asked me out today.”
Lawrence paused in opening the refrigerator. “Who was it?”
“Someone who works in one of the departments. No one important.”
“It’s someone you work with?”
“I only see him occasionally,” Remy responded.
“It’s a man?” For some reason, Lawrence thought it was a woman. He knew that Remy didn’t hide his sexuality, but he also didn’t broadcast it to the world either.
“It is. They throw out subtle hints now and then when I see them, but I told you, there’s no one you have to worry about as long as you want to be here.”
Lawrence knew he meant it and had no reason not to trust Remy. The fact that the other man was telling him about it when he could have kept it to himself proved as much. He changed the subject to an upcoming movie release as he warmed up leftovers from the night before. They spoke for over an hour before hanging up, and Lawrence decided to turn on a crime drama and do a puzzle for the rest of the evening.
19
Remy waited as people bustled around him, eager to get where they were going. He’d been waiting for twenty minutes, but he wasn’t surprised. The airport was always busy, and he’d anticipated having to wait even though he’d arrived late.
It was only a little longer before he saw his mother and father coming through the crowd. His mom smiled when she saw him, and he approached them.
“Oh, my boy. I’ve missed you!” she exclaimed, releasing the handle of her suitcase and wrapping her arms around him. Remy returned her hug, squeezing her as tightly as she squeezed him.
When she released him, he hugged his father. They’d come to visit for the week, and while Remy had to work two of the days they’d be there, he’d planned things for them to do the other days. He tried to choose things they hadn’t done on other visits but also chose something his parents liked from previous visits.
Remy took his father’s suitcase and grabbed the handle of his mother’s, rolling it behind him as he led them out of the airport. He loaded both bags into the trunk of his car.
“Do you want to stop and have lunch?” Remy asked when he slid behind the wheel. His mother sat in the passenger seat with his father behind her.
“I’m fine. I need a nap, but what I would like this evening is for you to invite your boyfriend over for dinner.”
Remy raised a brow at her. It took no time for her to bring up meeting Lawrence. He thought that she’d at least give him a fewhours before saying something about it, but he should have known better.
“I’ll call him,” Remy responded.
“Excellent,” his mother replied. “I’ll make dinner.”
“You couldn’t have given him a day before you demanded an introduction, Rita?” his father asked from the backseat.
“Why should I wait, Charles?” his mother shot back.
Remy put the car in drive and pulled off, headed toward his condo. He wasn’t surprised that his mother wanted a nap. It never failed that she always needed one after a flight, no matter how long or short it may be.
While she slept, he would order lunch for the three of them because he knew she’d want something when she woke up.
When they reached his condo, he carried their bags into one of his guestrooms, leaving his mother to settle in for her nap while he and his father retreated to the living room.
“This young man you’ve been dating, Lawrence, it’s going well?”
“It is,” Remy responded. “We have fun together. We connect. He keeps me on my toes.” Remy chuckled, thinking about how Lawrence liked to pick and tease him.
“I haven’t seen that look in a long while,” his father stated.
Remy furrowed his brow. “What look?”
