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It took awhile, but the dude did leave about the time that his men headed down. He decided not to mention it—they were headed out to enjoy the evening together, and it was probably just some real estate agent scoping the place out.
He whistled. “Look at the two of you. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
Jamie laughed and Bran bowed. They were both in slacks and button-down shirts, looking amazing.
“Seriously, you guys look good enough to eat. If I hadn’t made reservations, I’d totally be jumping all your bones.”
“If we weren’t going out, I could probably find a bone for you,” Bran noted.
“Goodness, you’re punny tonight.”
“Ha ha ha.” Bran winked over. “Are we walking? Driving?”
“Let’s walk. I was thinking it might be nice to have cocktails with dinner, and if we’re walking, we don’t need to worry about who’s drinking what.” He led his men out the front and locked up behind them. Then he held both arms out to them. The sidewalk was mostly wide enough for them to walk three across, if they didn’t mind being close. Which they didn’t.
As they headed down the street, that photographer popped out. “James Barnes! Jimmy, is that you!”
Jamie turned away from the photographer. “No. Go away.”
Suddenly the photographer outside the house made sense.
Silas moved his arm around Jamie’s shoulders, pulling him close while Bran put himself between Jamie and the photographer. They didn’t say anything, just protected their boy from the unwanted attention.
“I don’t want photos,” Jamie whispered.
“We figured,” murmured Bran.
They moved quicker, looking to put the man well behind them.
“I—I think that I need to go back to the apartment soon.”
Bran shook his head. “We can’t protect you there.”
“Bran’s right. And now that they’ve found you, they’ll follow you there. I think you’re safer staying with us.”
“But you’re not safer with me there.”
“We’re not going to throw you to the wolves, boy.” Bran’s words expressed his own feelings on the matter, so Silas just nodded his agreement.
They arrived at the restaurant, and Bran held the door open for him and Jamie and they slipped in.
They were not just letting Jamie go. He needed his daddies to care for him. Especially if the paparazzi were onto him now.
The hostess greeted them, and Silas gave her his best smile. “We have reservations for three, and I was hoping we could have a seat in the back.”
“Of course. Please come in. It’s a lovely night out there tonight.”
“It is indeed a lovely night.” He smiled at his companions. “Let’s enjoy it, eh?”
Jamie nodded, but their boy’s eyes were haunted.
It made him want to growl. Who did these people think they were, hounding a young man who clearly just wanted to be left alone? Jamie wasn’t making movies or tv shows anymore, wasn’t doing anything to put himself in the limelight.
They followed the hostess to their table—a nice booth in the back of the room, which would afford them plenty of privacy.
Once they sat, Bran turned to Jamie. “Talk to us, boy.”
He teared up. “I—I’m sorry. They just won’t leave me alone. I’ll move out tonight, find a hotel.”
