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Bran grabbed the car keys and knocked on the studio door. “Are you coming with me?”
Silas turned from his desk and blinked a couple times. “Where are we going?”
“To pick Jamie up from work and bring him home.”
“Is it already eight?” Silas put his pencil down and smoothed a hand through his hair.
“Almost. And you look fine. A little rumpled maybe, but it’s a pretty damned sexy rumple.”
“Flatterer.” Silas came over and wrapped his arms around Bran’s shoulders.
“Truth-teller.” Bran winked and gave his lover a kiss. “Now come on. Our boy will go to that place where he lives in the closet if we aren’t there to pick him up when he gets off shift.”
“Yeah, he will, won’t he? A closet. Can you believe that?” Silas followed him out to the car.
“I’m not surprised by it. He is a boy in need after all. Things like living in a closet come with the territory.”
He waited for Silas to plug in his seat belt and set out for the coffee shop. They made it there with minutes to spare, and there was a spot right in front of the door to pull the car into.
“It must be kismet.”
Silas chuckled. “You? Talking fate.”
“It brought me you—why wouldn’t I believe it brought him to us?”
“So logical.”
He gave Silas a wink.
Silas grinned at him. “Do you think he’s hungry?”
“I think he’s starving. Pick something up or take him out?” He was up for either.
“Oh, let’s pick something up. He’s had to deal with other people all day.”
“Good point. And there’s plenty of places down here to pick up something.” He looked at his watch, then at the door of the coffee shop. “He should be coming out any minute now.”
As soon as it was said, there was their boy, head down as he came out the door.
“He looks tired, doesn’t he?” Bran shook his head.
“Not as bad as yesterday I don’t think. I’d love to wrap him up in a couple blankets and let him sleep for an entire weekend.”
Bran rolled down the window and waved at Jamie. “Hey, Jamie. We’ve come to drive you home. Hop into the back.”
Jamie blinked over at them, eyes wide, then smiled. “Oh. Oh, wow. Hey guys. Seriously?”
One day, Jamie would take this kind of thing for granted because of course his Daddies would pick him up. “Yep. We’ll stop somewhere and pick up dinner. What do you feel like?”
“I—Um. Fast food? I have a ten on me…”
“Our treat, boy. What kind of food? Chinese? Thai? Mexican? Just name it.”
“Well, it has to be in the general area,” Silas corrected. “We’re not driving to Orleans.”
“Are you sure?” At their joint nod, Jamie smiled. “Oh, I like… How do you feel about Thai?”
“There’s that place over on Gladstone. Uh, Blue Dragon, I think? Have you tried them?” Silas looked back at Jamie. “And what’s your favorite?”
