Fort nodded his head to the side. “Guess who just pulled up by the gates?”
“I don’t have time for games, Fort. Spit it out.”
“Rex.”
My head jerked toward them, and Laius’s lips were curving on the corner with a smile. I smiled, too, happy for him. Finally, his prodigal son returned.
“Get him in. I’ll be right out.” Laius shut the door behind Fort and pulled me into a bear hug. “I love you. This wouldn’t have happened without you.”
“What did I do?”
“The letter. When I went to give it to him, he wasn’t home. His mother took it from me, and I lost all hope. I thought she’d never give it to him, but then after I found out you were gone, I headed back to Rosewood to get my shit and send my men after you. There, I found this.” He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to me. “He wrote me back.”
“That’s amazing.” I took the letter. “You should go. Be the first to receive him.”
“You wait here, okay. I’ll get him settled in, and then I’ll introduce you.”
“Wait, you told him about me?”
“I called him this morning after the brothers brought you home. I thought it’d be better that way, to be upfront about us so he’d know beforehand what awaited him here.”
“Okay. What did he say?”
“He said he was old enough to know I wasn’t keeping my dick in my pants all those years, and he was okay with it. Then he told me, when I was done with you, to give you to him so he could show you what a good dicking was really like.”
My jaw dropped. “What the… When you told me he wasn’t very nice, you weren’t exaggerating.”
He laughed. “It’s just a joke. That’s how I knew he was okay with it for real. And he’s here, Jo. He really is here, thanks to you.”
“I’m so happy for you, Laius.”
“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
“Sure. Just go.”
He kissed me and dashed away. I was so happy for him. Finally, we were receiving some good news. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I unfolded the paper and started reading.
I know you all, and will a while uphold
The unyoked humour of your idleness.
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted he may be more wondered at
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;