Page 28 of Good Time Boyfriend
Traffic was light, so it didn’t take me long to get home. I wanted a quick shower and to change my clothes before dinner at Greer’s.
It was still odd to me that Greer was in a serious relationship. That she was getting married, and already living with the loves of her life. It didn’t faze me that she was with two men. She loved them, and they all loved each other. It was more that I didn’t know where I fit in. And that was on me.
My phone buzzed and I looked down at it, a smile spreading over my face before I could think twice about it.
Devney:have fun tonight. By the way, did I leave my jacket in your car?
We had gone out for another date the night before, just a quick appetizer and drink before we both headed back home since we had work to do. Devney worked long hours; the fact that she worked long hours with my ex-sister-in-law still made me jolt. I hadn’t told my brother about it. I wasn’t sure I should. Or how I could. Again, you would think I hadn’t been a big brother my entire life. But when it came to my twin and his relationships, I tried to stay out of it.
But I wasn’t always good at it.
Me:yes, it’s in my living room now. I can try to drop it off later if you want. Depending on how late dinner goes.
Devney:I don’t need it right away, so how about I get it tomorrow when we meet up?
I smiled and wondered why it seemed so natural to see each other so many times during a week. Especially when we were not serious about this. Yet we saw each other at least four or five times a week, and while we had made out, kissed, touched, we still hadn’t had sex.
Interesting.
Me:deal. Don’t work too hard.
Devney:I’ll try. But I’ll probably fail.
I smiled and said goodbye, knowing that she would work too hard, so I would take care of her tomorrow. Because I wanted to. Because I needed to.
With that thought, I quickly showered and got dressed, and then jumped into my car and headed towards Greer’s.
She lived in a two-story house a couple of neighborhoods away from me. We were all on the west side of Denver, in one of the little suburbs that seemed to combine with another little suburb and so on. I was still getting the lay of the land, but I liked the area. The main streets seemed to be alphabetical, and everything was numbered when you went horizontal. And with the mountains being in the west, you always knew what direction you were going. I wondered how I got around any other city after living in this one only a year.
I parked behind Luca’s large SUV, while August had taken the free spot in the driveway. We tried not to block the whole street, considering three people lived in Greer’s house plus all of us.
Of course, I knew that both Greer’s men, Noah and Ford, each had large families as well. So we would probably take up the entire block or two if we all visited at once. Not that we had done that. We were still taking things slow when it came to the large families, and I felt like that had more to do with my sister and her men than us. It was overwhelming with just the Cassidys, I couldn’t imagine adding one thousand others.
I grabbed the bottle of wine I brought with me and headed towards the front door.
When Greer opened it, I grinned and she smiled wide.
“You’re here. And you’re the last one. Which is odd because you’re usually the first.”
I stepped inside. “Sorry, I was talking with Ace, time got away from me, and I still wanted to shower. You know, get the bar funk off me.” I leaned down and kissed her cheek, then hugged her, relieved when she wrapped her arms around my waist.
“It’s okay. Luca just showed up.”
“Because a box of kittens made their way here.” He pointed at the box, and my eyes widened as five tiny little heads peeked out.
“Well hell,” I grumbled, as I went over to Luca and looked down at the box.
“What happened?”
My brother just shrugged, a sad look crossing his features. “Somebody dumped them on our doorstep, and we checked them over but they couldn’t stay overnight at the vet office. So they’ll stay with me.”
“And what about Horatio?” I asked Greer.
“He’s in the bedroom. While he would totally get along with the babies and want to take care of them and name them and be the best parent ever, we want to quarantine these little ones.”
“Well, they’re fricking adorable,” I said, as one sniffed at my fingers.
They had their eyes open and were making little meowing sounds as they walked around the box.
