“It’s good to be busy. Keeps me in beer and out of trouble.” Hell, he knew that he needed to keep himself working so he could stay up here with Kyle. The man was important to him.
Ryder nodded and held up his beer. “Amen to that. Here’s to staying busy.”
“Got that right.” Norv clinked bottles with him.
“So glad y’all are here. I missed you like breathing.” They could drive a man buggy, but he loved them to death.
Norv stood up. “All right, y’all. Let’s get out of Timmy’s hair, huh? I’m just gonna pack up the Gibson and take it with.”
Ryder nodded and swallowed down the last bite of his cheesesteak. “Thanks for the grub, Timmy.”
“Anytime, dude. Like I said, next time remind me to give you the menu folder.”
“Will do. I like choices.”
Norv snorted. “He’ll eat anything, Timmy. Don’t let him kid you.”
“Y’all going back to the hotel?” He wasn’t sure whether they needed a nap or not.
“Yeah. Ryder was antsy and wanted to get started, but we need to get showers and all. Can we meet you at your Yankee’s place? Just text me the address.”
“His name is Kyle,” Timmy said, helpfully, with just a hint of snark.
Norv glanced over at Timmy and then back at him. “Sorry. Text meKyle’saddress?”
“Surely can. Y’all have a good afternoon. I’ll see you this evening.” He texted Norv the address first, then texted Kyle.Busy?
“Thanks, Tim. We’ll see you Saturday.”
“Right on, man.”
Just headed home. Walking in the rain. Joy, Kyle texted back.
Done for the day here—can I meet u?
How fast can u get here?
20. He was getting good at this subway thing.
c u soon.This time Kyle followed his text with red lipstick lips.
“I’ll text you if anything changes about Saturday with the jazz folks, dude. You enjoy your night.”
“Will do.” He waved to Timmy, then headed to meet his lover. They could shop or make love or both.
12
Kyle wanderedout of the bathroom, freshly showered, robe tied loosely around his waist. Colt was stretched out on his bed, looking a little muzzy and a lot smug. He leaned over his lover and gave Colt a playful smooch. “Mmm. I should make you miss me more often.”
“Uh-uh. You melted my brain, cher. Made me dizzy.”
He snorted and smiled. “You’re so beautiful, baby. You better get up. Your friends will be here soon.” He dropped his robe and stepped into his walk-in closet. “These are, like, blue jean types, right? I don’t want to overdress.”
“All the way. They’re like me, cher. Easy.”
Jesus. Hopefully not as easy, or it was going to be an eventful night. “I should have expected that. I’m looking forward to meeting them. It’ll be nice to be with some of your people, you know?”
He pulled out some skinny jeans and a long tank top, figuring the kitchen was going to be warm and he could show off his ink.