We sauntered toward the car, and people swarmed toward Devyn.
“Hey everyone. I can tell you all about the car tomorrow. Be here at five in the afternoon and I’ll answer all your questions.” He dangled the keys at Dean. “And for my bestie, Dean, there’ll be a very special treat.”
Everyone cheered, and Dean blushed before racing toward Devyn and hugging him. “All my dreams came true today.” He wiped tears from his cheek.
“Follow me.” My car was in the motel parking lot and I whistled as I swaggered toward it, hoping Devyn was checking out my ass. When I drove out, he wound the window down.
“I’ll be on your ass.” He smirked.
“Not here, and not at my place, but soon.” Slick streamed out of my hole and if it weren’t for Dad, I’d have told him to drive to his place so we could fuck.
He swiveled his head toward the motel. “Maybe Dean will let us have our old room back.”
Our old room. That was so sweet. My insides were warm and melty. I placed a hand over my chest, the rhythmic beating of my heart reassuring me I was awake and not dreaming.
I left my car on the street while I directed Devyn into our apartment’s parking space. I didn’t want anything happening to the car while he was visiting. He grabbed my hand as we took the stairs two at a time.
“I’m home and I’ve brought someone I’d like you to meet,” I yelled as we walked in the door.
The walker trundled over the floor but before he appeared, Dad said, “I knew it. I knew you and Dean were more than just friends.”
Devyn drew back and mouthed, “Dean?”
“It’s a huge misunderstanding.” Much like the beginning of Devyn’s and my relationship.
“Dean, I’m Clyde. It’s lovely to meet you.”
I helped Dad sit. “Devyn, Dad. This is Devyn, not Dean.” Oh wow, so many Ds.
“Devyn not Dean. Got it.” His face registered confusion.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Devyn sat beside my dad while I poked my head in the fridge. “Sausages, mashed potato and a salad, okay?”
My dad and Devyn shared a glance and grinned. “A meal fit for a prince,” Devyn announced.
After washing the potatoes, Devyn yanked out a drawer and then another. “Where do you keep the potato peeler?”
I insisted he sit and get to know Dad, but he said he could do both.
“Do you work together? Is that how you met?” Dad asked.
I gave Devyn a look, hoping he would let me speak. He tilted his head, and I charged on. If he mentioned the country club, Dad would know something was up, and the only person on the periphery of our lives who could afford the membership fees wasSebastian. And that would lead to questions about why I was with him. Not a path I wanted to go down.
Not yet anyway.
I couldn’t lie forever regarding the hospital fee—right now Dad assumed I was trying to find a solution—but I would put off the conversation as long as I had to.
“We met through Dean.” A small white lie. “Dean knows everything about cars and Devyn has a pretty one.”
Devyn guffawed, and I froze, my hand gripping a fork I was about to plunge into a sausage.
“Pretty?” He swatted my butt with a dish towel. “Car buffs rarely use that word. Sleek. High powered. Sporty.”
“Well-balanced,” Dad chimed in.
“What? Dad, you never let on you knew anything about cars.”
He shrugged. “I was young once, and so was your father.”
