Gay Contemporary and Paranormal Romance

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Welcome MA Church to the Blog and her French Translation of Priceless!

 
                                           


Blurb:

Des étincelles jaillissent quand Cupidon vise deux mortels à Las Vegas : Randy Jones, un homme ordinaire, en voyage d’affaires, croise le regard de Garrett Shiffler à une table de craps et le temps s’arrête alors. Rejetant tout ce en quoi il croit, Randy se lance dans une aventure torride de deux nuits avec lui, avant de paniquer en réalisant qu’il est tombé amoureux. 


Le milliardaire cynique Garrett Shiffler a tout ce que l’argent peut acheter, et la plupart des hommes avec qui il sort, n’arrivent pas à voir plus loin que son portefeuille. La vie lui a appris que l’innocence et l’amour ne sont que le fruit d’une imagination collective. Mais quand Randy disparaît, emportant avec lui des sentiments que Garrett n’imaginait même pas avoir, il s’engage dans la bataille la plus importante de sa vie pour gagner son amour. Mais cette fois-ci, il se bat avec son cœur, et non son compte en banque. 


Pendant ce temps, Cupidon se demande ce qui s’est passé. Ses flèches dorées ne ratent jamais leur cible habituellement, sauf quand le Destin intervient. Si Garrett veut récupérer Randy, il va devoir le faire seul, car le Destin a d’autres plans en réserve pour Cupidon.

 

Excerpt:

APRÈS S’ÊTRE encore fait demander sa carte d’identité, l’homme à l’allure juvénile entra dans le casino. Ses yeux brillaient d’une lueur espiègle alors qu’il scrutait la foule de gens. Il écarta quelques mèches blondes et bouclées de son front, cherchant cette fois un certain type d’individu. Il avait maintenant juste besoin d’inspiration pour frapper, et ses flèches loyales étaient prêtes à l’emploi. Se déplaçant dans la foule, il regarda autour de lui. Il avait le choix parmi tant d'hommes solitaires qui avaient besoin d'amour dans leur vie.


Il était connu sous bien des noms, mais il préférait Cupidon, le nom que sa mère lui avait donné. Mythologie grecque, mythologie romaine… Il haussa les épaules. Les humains ne savaient pas à quel point ils avaient massacré le panthéon, non pas que cela importe de toute manière. Il connaissait la vérité, tout comme ceux de son espèce la connaissaient.


Ses yeux scrutèrent à nouveau le casino… là ! Il avait trouvé ce qu’il cherchait. Cet homme. Avec un large sourire, il se fraya un chemin à travers la foule.

 
GARRETT REGARDAIT la foule du casino ‘Palms’ de Las Vegas d’un air ennuyé et nonchalant, ses yeux ne voyant rien de ce qui se passait autour de lui. Il était agité, et même l’excitation habituelle du jeu n’arrivait pas à piquer son intérêt. Il fit négligemment sauter le dé dans sa main, ne s’intéressant pas aux montants élevés des mises de la partie de craps qu’il était en train de jouer. La foule autour de lui eut le souffle coupé en voyant que sa chance avait tourné, et qu’il venait de perdre plus d’argent en un seul coup de dé que ce que certaines personnes gagnaient en un an. Mais même cela ne parvint pas à le tirer de son humeur morose. Soudain, la chance lui sourit de nouveau avec le coup de dés suivant.

Son corps fut parcouru d’un frisson et ses cheveux se dressèrent sur sa nuque. Quelque chose, un changement dans l’atmosphère peut-être, attira son attention. Une fois encore, il examina la foule autour de la table de craps, cherchant… quelque chose. Il plissa les yeux et se concentra sur l’homme en face de lui, de l’autre côté de la table. Le temps sembla ralentir, et se figer. Le brouhaha agaçant du casino devint un simple bruit de fond jusqu’à ce qu’il n’entende ni ne voie plus rien… à part, lui.

Le cœur de Garrett rata un battement et augmenta rapidement, accélérant soudain, puis prit une courte pause avant de battre à un rythme effréné. Son esprit imagina une série de scènes en Technicolor qui exigeait que l’homme en face de lui prenne la pose, se penche et s’étire dans un nombre de positions érotiques et explicites. Les yeux de Garrett le scrutèrent jusqu’à ce qu’ils rencontrent des prunelles surprises, de couleur gris acier, et un autre frisson traversa rapidement son corps.

Ces yeux brillaient d’une douce lueur innocente comme Garrett en avait rarement vue et qu’il ne croyait pas exister encore aujourd’hui. Son esprit restait incrédule. Personne ne pouvait être aussi innocent, personne. Mais une partie de son âme longuement réprimée chuchota… ‘Et si’ ? Et si cet homme n’était pas un simulateur et qu’il était réellement ce qu’il semblait être ? Surpris par la réaction de son corps, il décida d’en avoir le cœur net. Il fixa l’homme de l’autre côté de la table de son regard glacé. Un petit sourire en coin flotta sur les lèvres de Garrett alors qu’il faisait signe à l’homme de venir à ses côtés.

 
M.A. Church

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

 

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Wednesday Briefs #14 The Hollow: Soul Seekers



Copyright 2014  JC Wallace
 
Each week a group of authors participate weekly in Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. Each installment is 500-1000 words long and is posted to our blogs each week. After you read the latest in my story, click on the link at the end to visit the other flashers.
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Levi spent the remainder of the day playing with his new phone, and receiving dozens of texts from Gia expressing unabashed jealousy over Levi’s new toy and making sure he kept up on the gossip, which Levi could have cared less about. When Gia’s last text mentioned Noah, Levi ignored her.

True to his word, Logan sent a text complete with a picture of him with his girlfriend, Melissa. Levi couldn’t glean where the photo had been taken, but Levi was certain it wasn’t anywhere Logan truly wanted to be. Night and Day was how Levi described Logan and Melissa despite that, they appeared to care deeply for one another.

Levi dragged his laptop across the bed and logged into his Facebook account, which he rarely checked. The last time had been over a week ago. Besides Gia, there weren’t many other people Levi considered true friends. Compared to others on the social network, his friends list bordered on the pathetic, filled mostly with relatives. Some friends on his list were people from his college classes. A few were from Plattsburgh, including Professor Winston who’d taught Levi’s philosophy class. For some reason, they’d clicked and kept in touch on Facebook since Levi had abandoned college for the safety of home. She’d been trying to get Levi to come to Plattsburgh to visit but he’d declined each time. For the most part, Levi had accepted many of the friend requests, being nice.  Now, the small red box with the white number “one” at the top of the screen made him wonder who he’d be friending out of nicety this time.

Clicking on the red box, Noah Macy’s small face beamed back at him from the request. Fuck! He let out a moan and threw his head back onto the pillow. Why was this guy’s name constantly invading his life? Gia must have put him up to it. Levi bit down on his lip and tapped his finger against the keyboard. What harm could come from friending the man who’d saved him from freezing to death? Gia had been prepared to offer up his phone number to Noah. This act might serve to silence the subject with Gia, giving enough time for all of the hoopla to die down.

Two choices—“Accept” or “Not Now”. Tentatively, he pointed the white arrow to Accept. Just do it. With a press of his thumb the request was accepted“friends” with Noah Macy. No big deal right? But if it wasn’t then what was with the nagging intuition that Noah was about to complicate his life?

Probably a premonition because Noah showed up at Levi’s house that night.


 

Chapter 8

Nothing. Not a twinge, or a skip of the heart, or an inkling of the warm lust Levi had experienced yesterday as he’d gazed up at Noah from that gurney. As he assessed Noah sitting on the couch across from him, he studied the contours of his cheeks, the shape of his lips and tried to recreate that perfect moment in the hospital. Nothing. Both relief and remorse struggled to be recognized.

Earlier, Levi had been relatively pain free and comfortable in his bed. Reluctantly, he’d moved to the couch in the living room after his father announcement that Noah would arrive at six P.M. No amount of arguing or excuses got Levi off that hook. The question of the day? How did Noah get an invitation to his house and from his father no less? Impossible, Levi had thought, yet there was Noah sitting across from where Levi laid propped up on pillows. Noah’s wavy auburn hair had been pulled neatly into a ponytail. None of those pesky, errant waves from yesterday were visible. In his button-up, blue shirt, khakis and leather loafers, he’d come dressed to impress.

Levi’s father had monopolized most of the conversation so far which took the pressure off Levi, however, Noah kept insisting on dragging Levi in. After a play-by-play of the events after Levi had stumbled to the cabin, Noah went on to explain why he’d been there in the first place. To Levi’s surprise, Noah was an Adirondack guide, as well as a college student and caretaker for the owner of the cabin, some big lawyer from Albany. Most weekends, Noah guided fishermen, hunters, hikersanyone who wanted the mountain experiencethrough the Adirondack Mountains. During the week, he attended classes and kept up the cabin. A bonus, he added, was his unlimited use of the cabin since the owner only visited the area a few times a year. Noah had flashed Levi a wide grin with that last bit of info as if that would impress Levi.

Levi’s mother stepped into the living room, asking Noah for like the tenth time if he wanted anything. Again, his answer was no. Apparently, he wasn’t getting that saying ‘yes’ would have saved him from her incessant hospitality.  Unfortunately, his mother’s mission this time wasn’t to serve as much as to drag his father from the living room.

Great, alone with Noah.

Unease filled Levi’s gut. Noah may have saved him, but now Levi felt as if he owed Noah something and he didn’t like the feeling. Small talk was not Levi’s forte. Any kind of talking at all was something he tended to avoid. What would a normal person say in this situation?

Noah relaxed on the couch, his arm resting across the back. Levi could swear there was a nervousness underlying his cool façade.

Silence rarely bothered Levi, in fact, most of the time, it was his saving grace but he chose to break it first.

“I’m not sure if I said it at the hospital”Levi could have said anything given the drugged state he’d been in“and…well, I just want to thank you for helping me out yesterday.” He breathed a sigh of relief. He’d spoken and lived to tell about it.

Noah sat forward on the sofa and propped his elbows on his knees. His face brightened and a gleam flashed in his eye. His smile was a bit too wide. “No problem. Kind of a freaky day, huh?”

The understatement of the century. “Yeah, I guess.” So, Levi had said thanks and now wanted to know when to expect Noah’s departure.

When Noah sat back on the couch, getting comfortable again, Levi feared it was going to be a long haul.

“So, exactly how did you end up here, at my house, tonight?” The question sounded ruder aloud than it had in Levi’s head.

Before Levi could retract it, Noah answered. “Your father called me. He actually knows my mom. He surveyed some land for her a couple of years ago. Your Dad said he appreciated what I’d done for you and then asked me to visit.” He shrugged his shoulders.

Probably more like getting the story straight from the horse’s mouth. The fact that his father trusted a stranger more than he trusted Levi was a sickening kick in the stomach.

“So how’re the ribs doing? That was a nasty bruise. I can only imagine what it looks like today.”

Levi’s cheeks heated at the memory of Noah lifting his sweater yesterday. It increased his unease ten-fold. “I haven’t taken off the wrap that the doctor put on. He said not to remove it for a couple of days. Something about keeping the swelling down. Really, I have no desire to see it.”

Time to leave, right?

 “You’re lucky you only broke a rib. At that distance, you could have been knocked out.”

The enormity of the distance he’d fallen hadn’t hit Levi until Noah had driven the motor boat from the camp. When Levi had pointed out the massive stone ledge, Noah had shook his head in disbelief and questioned how Levi had walked away with only a broken rib.

“Yup. I’m the lucky one all right.” Levi moaned silently. A dental visit would have been less painful than this conversation, but how did he end it without being totally impolite. Then, as if on cue, Logan walked into the living room, Melissa following close behind.

My hero!

Levi introduced them to Noah. Logan vigorously shook Noah’s hand, showing his appreciation.

“Hey, thanks for taking care of Crash here for us. We just never know what he’ll do next,” Logan said, winking at Levi.

Levi glared at Logan and crossed his arms.

“Logan, don’t pick on Levi. How’re you feeling?” Melissa asked, flopping onto a chair with a magazine she’d been carrying (no doubt some kind of girly shit.)

Levi knew he liked her for a reason. “Good.”

Noah chuckled with an impish smirk. “Crash?”

“Logan, you’re gonna get it,” Levi murmured but first he had to remove himself as the focus of the conversation. “Hey, Logan. Noah’s an Adirondack guide.”

That statement not only removed the focus from Levi, but also saved him from further conversation with Noah. By eight o’clock, Levi’s ribs pulsed as the pain meds wore off.  Levi excused himself for the comfort of his bed. 

Logan assisted Levi off the couch. Climbing the stairs was a slow process, his ribs pained with each lift of his right leg. Relief came in the form of pain meds and the escape of sleep.

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Thursday, July 17, 2014

It's All Fun and Games! Rainbow Con!

Welcome Rainbow Con to the blog today! (P.S. I am registered to be there!)

Education is all well and good, but sometimes, you just want to have fun. We've tried to work that into the schedule at RainbowCon 2015. We have card games, gameshows, and singing scattered throughout each day for attendees who just want to spend some time relaxing (or maybe winning prizes!) with friends. There are some fandom favorites like Lord of the Rings Trivia and Doctor Who Trivia where attendees can test their knowledge and win prizes. We have gameshows like Whose Line (modeled after the wonderful Whose Line Is It Anyway?) and Name That Movie (where attendees guess what movie is being talked about). There are also fun card games (many adult oriented) like Cards Against Humanity, Top2Bottom, and That's So Gay! that are quick and fun to play.   And, due to its popularity in 2014, we've brought back Euphemism BINGO, and it's brought along Kink BINGO and Book Title BINGO (all games where awesome prizes can be won). We even have a classic, Memory, reinvented for RainbowCon as QUILTBAG Memory where you can test your memory by matching pairs of of cards after only a glimpse.   This is only a small taste of all the fun things we have in store for attendees. Prizes and laughter can be had when you show up to one of these events. Sometimes, you just need a break from the panels and seriousness of workshops, and our games give you just that.  


 
  RainbowCon is a four day QUILTBAG-centric event for anyone and everyone. If you love QUILTBAG fiction and media, then this is the place for you. You don't have identify as GLBTQ to attend! You just need to love and support the GLBTQ community. In 2015, we've expanded our programming to include not only content for writers and readers, but also anyone who loves QUILTBAG television, movies, comic books, educational, and fandom topics. We're an inclusive conference, and we want everyone to enjoy themselves. Check out our schedule to see all the fun we have in store for you!  

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Wednesday Briefs #13 The Hollow: Soul Seekers


Copyright JC Wallace 2014
Each week a group of authors participate weekly in Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. Each installment is 500-1000 words long and is posted to our blogs each week. After you read the latest in my story, click on the link at the end to visit the other flashers.
 
 
 
Levi managed to avoid further interactions with his mother and father for the night. Sleeping with a broken rib was harder than it sounded. When his ringing phone startled him from a dead sleep, Levi was surprised to see the sunlight filling his room. He snatched up the phone and pulled the covers over his head. Gia screamed at him through the other end. Even with the phone six inches from his ear, Levi heard her loud and clear.
“Levi! What the hell happened? You’re in class one minute and then gone the next. Then I find out you fell into the goddamned lake and broke your rib? And I have to find out from Noah Macy that he brought you to the hospital?”
“I’m fine,” Levi grumbled. Noah was quite the blabbermouth wasn’t he? Levi rubbed his head. It was way too early for this.
“Now spill all of the details and leave nothing out.”
Levi knew if he didn’t spill something juicy that Gia would be at his bedside within twenty minutes. He gave her a story about a panic attack, the unplanned trip to the lake, tripping over his own feet, falling into the lake, cell phone and all and a heroic rescue by Noah. Hopefully, that would satisfy her but apparently she was hoping for a more exciting explanation.
“Are you sure you weren’t at the lake hit it Noah but the hot and steamy love-making burned with such intensity that your only saving grace was to jump into the freezing lake?”
Close with the reason for jumping into the lake but not the cause.  “Wait. What?” Levi exclaimed, crawling out from beneath his blanket cocoon. “ ‘Hit it’ with Noah as in hit that with Noah? Noah Macy?” Maybe she was as crazy as Levi was.
“No, I mean punch him in the friggin’ face. Duh.” She did sarcasm so well.
Levi rubbed at his eyes. Was he still asleep. “Noah’s not even gay!”
“Ugh! Do you even live on the same plane as the rest of us? Jesus Christ, Levi, last week at lunch Noah stopped and talked to us. When he left, I told you he had his foot out of the closet.”
Levi remembered something about Noah and a closet, but he hadn’t thought Gia had been talking about that kind of closet. “Gia, when you tell me a hot, sports jock like Noah Macy has stepped up to bat for my team, and my jaw doesn’t scrape the floor and my eyes bug out of my head, then you can be fucking sure I’m not listening no matter what plane I’m currently visiting!”
So, Levi hadn’t been wrong about the signals. Could be interesting if he was still hopped up on endorphins, but thinking of Noah Macy did nothing for at all.
“You are the worst gay person I know,” Gia huffed.
Sub-par at everything else, so why not the gay part as well.
“When you just shrugged your shoulders I thought you weren’t interested because, well, you’re never interested,” she grumbled.
But fucking lonely.
Shit, where had that come from.
“So just a foot out of the closet? How does that work?” Either in or out right? Who knew there were shades of being in or out of the closet?
“Again. Worst. Gay. Person. Ever,” Gia said emphatically, but Levi could hear that underlying warmth few people got from her. “It means he’s told a few people he trusts, but he isn’t advertising. I think he told me because you and I are friends.”
“But why would he...oh.” Levi realized his stupidity. Shit, had “pretty boy” been a compliment?  That so wasn’t important right then. “Wait, how does he even know that I’m gay?” It wasn’t anything Levi had ever advertised.
“I don’t know. Maybe because you’ve never been out with a girl.”
“I’ve never been out with a guy,” Levi retorted.
“Sweetie, what that screams to most people is a guy in the closet.”
Technically, Levi was in the closet since he knew he was gay, hadn’t told anyone, and didn’t hook up or date. Therefore, there hadn’t been a reason to tell anyone. He couldn’t get into the dating/relationship part since you needed emotions for that.
 “Only you, Gia.”
“A girl can have hope for her best friend, right? So speaking of hope, Noah asked me for your cell phone number but…”
“Don’t you dare give him my home phone number! I don’t need a stalker.”
“Hell, Levi, when a sweet piece of meat like Noah Macy asks for your number you rent a billboard to make sure he knows it. My God, he saved your life and all.”
“Whatever. And now I’m going to do something I promised myself long ago I’d never do in a million years because your Italian ego is big enough for ten people. I agree with what you said. I’m not interested in Noah Macy.”
“While I revel in your coming to your senses and agreeing that I’m always right, I don’t want to be right about this.” A long silence and Levi wondered if she’d hung up. Wouldn’t be the first time she’d been pissed enough to hit the “end” button. When she spoke again, her tone was uncharacteristically and scarily soft for Gia. “Sometimes I really worry about you Levi.” And he knew she did.
Get in line. “Really, I’m fine. And I never said you were always right. Just this time.”
“Your delusions are your own. Whatever about Noah,” Gia said but Levi knew it was far from over with her where Noah was concerned.
Levi ended their call assuring Gia that it was pointless to visit him, giving the excuse that the pain meds made him tired. Today, Levi was hiding from the world.
A short while later, there was a soft knock at his door. He sighed heavily. If only the world would leave him alone. “Yeah?”
“Levi, I…Levi? Where are you?”
Levi signed and threw the covers off his head. “Right here, Mom,” he said, really wishing he were anywhere but there.
His mother frowned. “What’re you doing under the covers?”
“Nothing much.” Just hiding.
“How’re you feeling? Is the pain bad?” His mother bent over and picked up some dirty clothes.
“Just when I breathe,” Levi muttered, pulling some stray hairs off his black shirt.
“I’m sure you’ll be good as new in no time,” his mother sang in her usual upbeat tone.
If there was one thing Maggie Reed was good at, it was painting the ugliness of the world with sunshine.
She turned abruptly to face Levi. “But you are to stay in that bed until then,” she warned in her “motherly tone.”
Levi snorted but wouldn’t argue. Would a month be pushing it?
His mother disappeared into the bathroom still muttering something about having to go somewhere with someone today. As long as she didn’t bother him then Levi didn’t care if his mother went to the moon.
Emerging from the bathroom, cradling a pile of dirty towels, she continued as if Levi had been listening all along. “You know Logan is very worried about you.” His mother’s statement was so matter-of-fact that Levi had almost missed it. 
“Logan? Really?” Levi chuckled to himself. “Logan is worried” was Mom’s code word for “I’m worried.”
Averting her gaze, Levi’s mother continued. “Of course he is. Especially this whole business of you stopping your medication.”
The air hung thick and heavy. Levi knew he could end this quickly. “Well, I’m sure Logan is no longer worried since he watched me take my meds last night. He actually handed them to me,” he emphasized.
His mother’s mouth dropped open a bit then closed. “Really. He didn’t tell me that,” she said, shaking off her surprise. “Well, I’m sure he’s relieved that you took it.”
Levi nodded. “Yup, he’s the one who’s relieved.”
His mother surveyed the room unable to find anything more to tidy. “Your father is at work. Logan had to run an errand and said he would check in on you later. Need anything before I leave?”
Where should I start?
“I’m good,” Levi assured her, grateful the house would be empty soon.
Levi pulled the covers back over his head as his mother vacated the room. Sleep would have been a sweet escape, but the throbbing in his side and another knock on his door wouldn’t allow it.
“Mom, I still don’t need anything,” Levi yelled.
 “Hiding under the blankets won’t block Supermom’s powers.”
Peeking from under the covers, Levi found Logan leaning against the doorjamb, smirking. He was dressed in his usual uniform – flannel shirt, white t-shirt, jeans minus the hiking boots (because their mother wasn’t that upset anymore) and his Giants cap
 “Not even if it’s made of kryptonite?” Levi asked, wincing as he struggled to sit up.
“Not even kryptonite can stop Supermom.”
Logan stayed in the doorway. Levi surmised the distance was due to Logan’s uneasiness after the events of the previous night – and not to mention the night before that as well.
“Mom said you had to run an errand? What about work?”
Logan rarely took a day off but occasionally it happened.
Logan raised his eyebrows. “Day off so I thought I’d run out and pick up a little something for my little bro, Crash.” Logan was enjoying the resurrection of Levi’s nickname way too much.
“And what exactly dragged you out of the warmth of your bed on one of your rare days off?” Levi’s interest was definitely piqued.
Logan pulled a white plastic bag from behind his back and then, with a grin even the Cheshire cat would envy, tossed it onto the bed beside Levi.
Levi opened the small bag, pulling out a box. He glanced at Logan still looming in the doorway, the same satisfied grin still on his face.
“An iPhone? Are you serious?”
“Just try not to get this one wet…or drop it in the driveway.”
“But how did you get Mom and Dad to...” Levi bit on the inside of his cheek. “They don’t know, do they?”
Logan pursed his lips and shifted his shoulders, folding his arms across his chest. “No, and they don’t need to know another “Levi phone” bit the dust. Just consider it an early birthday present— and Christmas, Easter, Hanukah. You know all of the major ones.”
Knowing how expensive the phone was, Levi’s elation died a little. Yes, he’d wanted an iPhone for over a year, no, he hadn’t been able to save the money, and yes, here was one in his hands, and, no, he couldn’t keep it. Logan’s sanity in this house was holding on by tiny frayed threads. He’d been saving to move out. This phone must have taken a chunk of his savings.
Logan shook his head. “Jeez, I’d imagined a tad more excitement. I mean, every other word out of your mouth for the past year has been iPhone.”
Excitement couldn’t begin to cover how the phone felt in his hands and he didn’t want to appear ungrateful. “It’s just…I mean, I love it, really I do but…it’s too expensive. You need the money to move.”
Logan lifted an eyebrow and a quizzical expression crossed his face as if he hadn’t expected that reaction.
“Anxious to get rid of me?” he mused.
“You know I didn’t mean that.” No, Levi never wanted him to leave, ever.
“Enough arguing.” Logan raised his hands and shook his head. “It’s all set up with your number. Of course, yours truly is already in the contacts because, hey, I’m awesome,” he proclaimed with a cocky grin. “Just turn it on and it’s all set. I’ve only got about twenty minutes before I have to meet Melissa so we can spend some “quality time” together.” He half moaned, adding the air quotes, and rolling his eyes deeply. “I’ll check in later. May even send you a text.”
Before he could beat a hasty retreat Levi said, “Thanks, Logan.”
Logan bowed slightly and was gone. Then the house was oddly silent.
 
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