Page 18 of Stay A Little Longer
Trent’s eyes instantly veered back out the window and God help him too but as if on cue, the door of the other trailer opened and Lance stepped out. His breath caught. Damn. He’d only thought the man was gorgeous last night. In the bright light of morning, the sun seemed to spark off his dark features and tan skin. So much tan skin, Trent swallowed hard. Lance wasn’t wearing a shirt. Only a pair of gray sweatpants. Sweatpants that he was certain if he looked long and hard enough at that he could see the outline of that big, thick cock that made his mouth water.
“What? What’d I say?” Lemon giggled uncontrollably.
“You know exactly what you said.” Shane growled and tugged his fiancé into his arms, “And that’s one.”
“I thought one was when I said…”
“You’re right.” Shane cut her off with a quick kiss on the lips, “You’re at two and since you seem determined to get to three before we even have breakfast, I’m going to get some fresh air and let you catch up with your friend.”
“But babe…”
“Hey, look. There’s Nichols and I need to talk to him, remember?” Shane raised a hand and waved out the still open trailer door, “You two catch up and then we’ll head into town and I’ll get to know your friend better, okay?”
Lemon pouted comically but Shane must have thought it was adorable because he grinned and gave her another kiss. This one was longer, lingering, and Trent looked away. Not just to give them privacy but because he could feel Lance’s dark eyes on him through the distance and the window.
He met the questioning gaze and smiled softly. Lance’s brows drew together and his lips thinned in response. Trent’s smile instantly fell. That was so not the reaction he was hoping for. Lance turned away, going to his truck and opening the door, rattling around as if he was looking for something.
“Give him his coffee before it gets cold. He looks like he could use it.”
Trent turned back in time to see the grinning cop retreating down the steps again. He shut the door behind him but it didn’t matter. Trent could still see Shane out the window as he approached Lance. Could still hear him say hey and then start up a conversation with the man that wouldn’t meet Trent’s eyes.
“So…” Lemon’s voice pulled his attention back inside the trailer, “You’re really going to stay a little while longer in Fate?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugged, taking the coffee cup she offered.
“I mean, I love Fate and I’m happy you’re here, don’t get me wrong, but can I ask why the change of heart? You didn’t seem too excited about the prospect of hiding out here when we talked last night. I expected you to be up and gone before I even got here this morning to be honest.”
Trent shrugged again, avoiding her assessing gaze, “Fate’s as good a place to hide as any I figure.”
“Plus, I’m here.” Lemon grinned.
He chuckled, “Yeah, you’re here…” His eyes drifted back out the window, “And I can’t deny Fate has its attractions.”
The trailer went silent and he cringed the second he realized what he’d said. That it was obvious what and who he was talking about. Particularly considering he could barely focus since Lance had walked outside half-naked.
“Ohhhh, Trent.” Lemon’s lilting sigh had him turning back to his best friend, “Honey, you really do have the worst taste in men, you know it?”
“What?”
“The man you’re all but salivating over is straight as an arrow and an asshole to boot. Which, I mean, I guess you have a type but…” She shook her head, “I wouldn’t recommend going down that path again. If Heath outed you then Nichols is likely to break your pretty face the second you come onto him.”
Trent’s entire world flipped upside down for the second time in as many days. Straight as an arrow. Asshole to boot. His type. That lead ball of dread rolled through him again and a cold chill slid up his spine.
“Lance is straight?” The words felt thick, heavy and all wrong on his tongue.
“Lance?” Lemon’s head tilted again, “How’d you know his name is Lance?”
Trent blinked, his mind racing. Shit. Shit. Shit. Super smart blond. He’d slipped and she’d caught it. Now she was looking at him as if she was about to dissect him.
He shrugged easily, “Because you said it.”
“Did I?” She glanced from him out the window and back again. “I thought I called him by his last name. It’s a terrible habit I’ve picked up from Shane. I catch myself doing it with all the guys down at the station.” Trent shrugged when she eyed him again and luckily Lemon let it go, “Maybe I did call him Lance.”
“You definitely did.” Trent lied.
“Well, call him what you want, Lance Nichols is a straight douchebag and you’d do well to steer clear of him while you’re here, okay?”
Trent’s mind was still whirling. She kept calling Lance names. Horrible names. She said he was an asshole. A douchebag. Homophobic enough to beat Trent up if he came onto him. But none of those things fit the man he’d met last night. The kind, considerate gay man that had held his face and told him he was safe and then begged for Trent to let him touch him when they were in bed together.
