Chapter 100
Colby had left the fitting with that mysterious bag. Jason had noticed it and raised eyebrows. Colby, tucking himself under Jason’s arm, had answered, “I know how you feel about surprises, but I think you’ll like this one; I’ll show you once we’re home,” and had kissed him.
He trusted Colby. Always would. Any surprise would be thoughtful and generous and chosen with care.
“Of course you’re all right,” he said now, “you’re fine,” and leered exaggeratedly at his other half. “You didn’t bring home the red sequins, did you? I’m still finding sparkles from that damn tub of edible body paint Leo sent.”
“You were the one who wanted to recreate my fanciful photo shoot,” Colby pointed out. “And the towels were sacrificed to a heroic cause. Multiple causes. So many times in one night. But no, I didn’t.”