“I want coffee and orange juice, I think. I have a craving.” He caught Beck’s eyes. “I’m tired of lying.”
Beck picked up their coffee mugs and gave him a definitive nod. “I’m in, babe. I am too. I’ll be back with drinks.”
“Thank you.” He took a deep breath.Huh.Look at him. He did it. And he found he didn’t regret it.
Beck came back with two mugs in one and two glasses of juice in the other and held out the juice first. “Grapefruit is for me.”
“I might have guessed that. You want to have our coffee first or you want that omelet?”
“No, I’m starved. Let’s eat.”
“Cool. Omelet bar is over there.” They stood, and he smiled, nodded to himself. He’d done good.
Real good.
And it was only going to get better.
28
What an incredible week.
Beck rolled over in bed with an utterly satisfied groan and tucked his arm over Sky, hoping his husband was still sleeping even though Beck was wide awake.
They’d done Vegas right. Sky had him going almost nonstop all week with surprises like tickets to shows and nice dinners and even a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon. A fucking helicopter. Sky had to sign some autographs and pose for pictures a couple of times to keep the sponsors happy, but otherwise they’d been on their own. They hadn’t had this much fun together in years.
They were both a little low on sleep too. Sky might not have been on a bull, but there had been plenty of rodeo in the hotel room. He felt a little sorry for their neighbors. A little. Not much.
Not enough that he wasn’t looking forward to their own after party after the after party tonight.
It was hard to believe it was Saturday already. Tonight Sky was announcing his retirement and hopefully giving a little plug for his invitational.
Beck had no idea why that had him anxious enough to be wide awake when the sun came up, but it did. Maybe it was because it was a big day for them both. Maybe he’d been wondering if it was really going to happen. Maybe he was hoping that after tonight he wasn’t going to have to worry about Sky killing himself on a bull ever again. Maybe. He wasn’t going to admit to any of it, though.
No, he knew his job. He was going to be rock solid for Sky.
Sky snuggled into him, groaning softly in his sleep.
That made him smile. Sky needed the rest. To be honest, he thought maybe Sky needed an X-ray for that ankle too; it was bigger than a softball. He’d made mention of it a couple of times, but he knew better than to push too hard. If Sky wasn’t interested, all they’d do was argue about it, and Sky still wouldn’t get the X-ray.
Beck was waiting to get Sky home and into Middlebury for his checkup with Kevin. That’d do the trick.
Sky sighed and Beck closed his eyes again, listening to his husband breathe and hoping maybe he could doze off for a little while.
When he woke up again, Sky was heading for the bathroom, using the furniture to help him, his lover hurting bad. Prideful, stubborn asshole cowboy.
Beautiful too. That ass was just as hot limping. “You need a hand, babe?” What time was it? When did they have to be where today? God, that nap left him disoriented.
“Morning, glory. You—you interested in room service today?”
“Perfect. Let me give you a hand.” That told him a lot. Sky needed a break, and Beckett was more than happy to oblige. He rolled out of bed. “How long do we get to hide here? I think we should watch movies all day.”
“We have a meeting with the suits at five. I announce at the opening of the show. The party is at ten.”
“Awesome.” He glanced at the clock as he got an arm around Sky and got him across the void between the dresser and the bathroom door. “Looks like it’s room service brunch. Maybe even lunch.”
“We needed it.” Sky leaned hard against him. “I needed some sleep, huh?”
“Me too. Such an amazing week, though.” He wanted to say “Thank you,” but he thought he’d let Sky pee first. “What are you in the mood for? Creepy? Action? Natural disaster flick? Sharks?”