" I'm going to be a little bit late," Charles LeClair told the other person on the phone he held as he also opened the door of his Mercedes. " Just a few minutes. I know he is never good with that but it is unavoidable. I'll be there as soon as I can. "
Clicking off at the phone, he sighed deeply. He felt older than the late fifties he refused to believe he was. He wished he was home with Lane. He missed him. That amazed him every day. He never thought he was capable of missing anyone. Ever. Outside of his mother when he was just a boy. Oh , that blasted infernal Theodore thought this was such justice. Seeing him fall. From grace such as it was. Towards Lane. That young man was changing him every day and in so many different ways. Although how long would he stay ? Lane was an uniquely attractive man, smart , funny, sweet . And young. Younger than him anyway. Early thirties. This was his first real relationship with a man. He was bisexual and according to him his primary attraction was to men. What if one day Lane chose something else. Someone else.
Charles bit back a curse. He was not used to bouts of insecurity. That was Theo. Not himself. He didn't dither or worry or fret. Except when it came to the one man whose abominable taste in clothes made him smile not cringe. Whose smile warmed his heart. Whose voice left him wanting to hear it even when Lane was not there.
Charles shook his head and started the car. The sooner he got this latest visit done and over with the sooner he could go home. To his Lane.
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Lane tossed his clothes untidily into the suitcase he had never thought he would have to use again. He tried to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow. Stop it, he told himself. Stop it. Davis men don't cry. Not over cheating snob bastards.
He sat down on the king sized bed they made love in almost every night. His bed. Charles' bed. Their bed.
The one they laughed in , loved in , made plans in. Charles had said he wanted to take him to Paris in this bed.
He laughed bitterly. He was so stupid. He should have seen this coming really. He forced himself back up to finish packing. He wanted to be gone when the bastard came home.
The bastard he loved.
That he would probably always love. After all how could any other man possibly live up to Charles LeClair?
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Theo And Reed's Family Secrets
Mystery / ThrillerReed's cousin is doing a student documentary on Theo but it turns up things about his past that he and Grace never knew. Will his search through family secrets lead to happiness ? Or just more trouble ? Although trouble is Theo's middle name.
