Page 8 of Jamie
“I just—” Was an idiot. He was just an idiot.
“Just what?” Silas asked, voice soft, expression gentle. God, he was a pretty man.
“I made an assumption, that’s all. Stupid of me.”
“Don’t do that.” Bran didn’t speak gently. In fact, it sounded more like an order. “Don’t denigrate yourself like that.”
What did he say to that? Nothing? Did he quip back? He didn’t know. God, he had the worst headache.
“Eat, boy,” Silas told him. “I hear they’re your favorite.”
“Oh, I’m not… I’m just James, thank you.” And he was going to catch on fire.
“It’s cool, huh? Just breathe.” Chrissy reached over and squeezed his hand.
“We just want to get to know you,” Silas told him. “We thought it would be easier here with a group. With people you know.”
“Yeah. I’m sort of solitary, I guess.” His attention landed on the food. “The tacos look amazing.”
“Please eat,” Silas told him. “Everyone eat—that’s what we’re here for.”
Jerusalem and Chrissy dug in, but Silas and Bran seemed to be waiting on him.
He added salsa, then dug in, finding the tacos simply delicious. Oh man. This was perfect.
Bran patted him on the back and then the guys both dug in as well, and quiet descended on their table, apart from the crunching.
He hadn’t realized how hungry he was, but the tacos were too good to deny. He powered through three before he slowed down.
“We’ll order more if there isn’t enough,” Silas noted as he grabbed another one off the big plate in the middle of the table.
“Oh, this is plenty. I’m happy to pitch in if we need more, though.”
“No, it’s my treat for the whole group today,” Jerusalem told him, Chrissy looking at him like he’d hung the moon.
“Thanks.” Silas and Bran spoke as one.
“Well, thank you. That’s very kind.” He offered Jerusalem a smile.
“You’re welcome. I’m pleased you decided to join our group this evening.”
“How could I resist?”I did pour a coffee on one of you.
“We do tacos every Tuesday,” Jerusalem noted. “Silas and Bran come most of the time.”
He got a pair of grins from the men in question.
“That’s cool. How did you all meet?”
“Bran and I met at a gallery.” Silas gave Bran a grin. “I fell in lust the moment I saw him.”
“I’ve been friends with my Daddy since the beginning of time.” Chrissy leaned into Jerusalem with a moony grin.
“Careful, we might get cavities.” Despite the gruffness of his voice, Bran was clearly teasing.
Okay, so this was more than an idle kink, he guessed. He didn’t judge. He didn’t get it, but he didn’t judge.
“Anyone want anymore?” Jerusalem asked once the tacos were gone.
