Page 8 of Devoted Sinner

King poured himself some coffee. “To do what?”

Kylian stood and took away King’s cup. He pointed at the table. “Sit. I swear. Men are so dumb and stubborn.”

“You’re a man,” King pointed out as he claimed the chair on Bryson’s other side.

With a wave of his hand, Kylian brushed away King’s words. “Yeah, well. I’m gay, so it doesn’t count.”

“I’m gay too,” King said, blowing a hole in Kylian’s theory.

Kylian leveled his gaze upon King. “We are not the same kind of gay.”

Honestly, King couldn’t argue. Kylian was much softer than King had ever been allowed to be.

Obviously deciding his point had been made, Kylian finished making King’s coffee and fixed King a plate. He didn’t reclaim his seat until King had everything he needed.

“Thank you.”

Kylian flashed him a sweet smile. “You saved my dad. It’s the least I can do.”

King didn’t know how to respond. The subject made him uncomfortable.

Bryson took charge. “As to that, I’m still your boss. You’re not working until you’re healed. Those feet will never get better if you keep walking on them and tearing open your stitches.”

King swallowed his irritation, but that didn’t stop him from arguing. “I can’t sit around and do nothing. This mystery person is getting bolder.”

“You can and will,” Bryson said, sounding as if the topic was closed.

King had to make him see reason. “Your son lives here. I need to know you’re both safe.” He swallowed his pride. “I care about you two.”

Kylian touched his chest. “Awww. We care about you too. That’s why you have to relax. I plan to go stay with my bestie for a while, so don’t worry about me. Plus, college will start soon enough, and I’ll be safely at Princeton.”

King’s gaze moved Bryson’s way. He ate his breakfast as if nothing worried him. That irritated King more than he wanted to admit. Still, there might have been a bit of a growl to his voice. “What about you? How am I supposed to keep you safe?”

Bryson slathered jelly on his toast. He didn’t look King’s way. “You don’t. We’re going on a trip while you heal.”

Confusion had King’s brow furrowing. “Just because you’re on vacation doesn’t mean you’re safe. Who are you taking with you?”

Bryson’s laughing gaze swung King’s way. He pointed his butter knife at King. “You and I are going on vacation. I knew your stubborn ass wouldn’t stay in bed and I was right. So, vacation it is.”

Kylian chimed in. “It’ll be perfect. You know my best friend, Cheyenne, her family owns one of those cute little over-the-water bungalows in the Caribbean. They’ve said Dad can use it.” Kylian made a dismissive gesture as if King argued. “Don’t worry. They borrow Dad’s cabin in Colorado for ski trips all the time. There’s no way to connect Dad to the bungalow.”

He had to admit it was a good plan, but he still didn’t enjoy being put out to pasture. “I thought you wanted me to relax. Packing, getting to the airport, on a plane, even if it’s a private one, and then getting to a bungalow where it’ll be sandy doesn’t sound like staying off my feet.”

The twinkle that entered Bryson’s eyes sent a chill down King’s spine. “I’ll pack for you. You can just sit on the bed, point, and I’ll stick things in suitcases. As for everything else,” Bryson motioned for someone to join them in the dining room, “we have this.”

Horror washed over King as he turned his head. One of the weekend guards dragged a huge metal thing behind him by the handle like luggage. King already knew what it was before the guard handed Bryson the keys.

Bryson pressed a button on the keychain. “See. All you have to do is press the button, and it automatically unfolds.”

It was an ECV scooter. King would rather die.

Bryson pressed the button again. “You just press the button again, and it folds into a lightweight piece that can be easily transported almost like oversized luggage. It’ll be perfect.”

King looked Bryson’s way. “No.”

Laughter flashed in Bryson’s eyes. “We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you had done what I asked and relaxed.”

“I’ll relax.”

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