Page 12 of Jamie
His last roomie just sent a thumbs-up.
“Everything okay?” Bran asked.
“Yes. My roommates.” He rolled his eyes.
“How many do you have?”
“Seven.”
“There are eight of you living in one place?” Bran looked honestly shocked.
“There are twelve of us living in the house, but only four have kitchen privileges, so we don’t count them.” It wasn’t as wild as it sounded. It was cheap, fun, and safe.
“Youdon’tcount the people who have kitchen privileges?” Bran chuckled, the sound dry. “Why do I suddenly feel old?”
Silas reached across James to stroke Bran’s belly. “You’re not old, love. You’re just right.”
“I’m just starting my next career, and this is the way to go. Cheap and safe.”
“Absolutely. It just seems like a lot of people in one place to me and Bran, that’s all. Also, I have a bunch of new questions, but maybe we should save them for home, hmm? We’ll light a fire and settle in front of it with some popcorn and hot chocolates.”
“Oh, that sounds great…” He was in.
“Fantastic.” Bran stood and held a hand out to him, helping him up. Silas scooted along after, and they headed out and down to the right.
“It’s about a fifteen-minute walk from here. Sound good?” Silas asked.
“Sounds great. What do you two do for a living?” It was obvious what he did.
“I own a gallery and Silas is an artist.” Bran looked over at Silas like he’d hung the moon.
“It was how we met, actually.”
“I still tease him sometimes that that’s why he’s still with me.”
Silas snorted. “And when he does, I tell him to look in the mirror andthat’swhy I’m still with him.”
“You two are adorable! I love that!” He was jealous, sure, but more crazy pleased.
Silas and Bran both stopped and looked at each other for a long moment. Then they laughed.
“We’ve never been called adorable before,” Silas told him.
“Well, I think it’s true. It’s obvious you two love each other.” He thought it was so sweet.
“We do.” Silas linked arms with him as they walked along. “I love every inch of his growly ass.”
“And I put up with every inch of his,” Bran said.
He made a decision there and then not to get in between these two. No way.
“All we need is our boy,” Silas noted.
“That would be perfect,” Bran added.
He didn’t know what to say, exactly. “Are there a lot of them? Like looking?”
“A lot of boys looking? No. There are a lot out there needing, though. We’ve nurtured several and seen them on to healthy,happy forever relationships.” Bran gave him a wry smile. “We’ve never found our one, though.”
