Chapter 69

“Then what are we waiting for?” He caught Ransom’s hand, brought it to his lips, and swung it gently between them as he pulled his lover toward the dining room. The sooner they ate, the sooner they could get on to the good stuff. 25

“How could I forget to close the curtains?” Parrish grumbled against the shoulder that pillowed his head. He’d been having the best dream, and the damned morning sun hitting him right in the eye jolted him out of it.

“You had other things on your mind,” Ransom’s sleep-roughened voice murmured in his ear.

“I did?” Abruptly awake, he bolted upright, almost clipping his lover in the jaw. “I did! Oh, my God, Ransom! I didn’t hurt you?”

“No.” There was satisfaction in his voice. “I’m not a proponent of pain, Parrish. Do you think I wouldn’t have said anything if you had?”

“You should have told me you’d never—”

“I knew I could trust you.”