Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
He could already tell the space was massive before he located the light switch on the opposite wall and flipped it on. Hallelujah. This was bigger than the closet he’d had at his condo. Way bigger. And more than enough space for all of his things. My gosh. Rayne was speechless, but more than anything, he was excited. He wanted to start putting his things away immediately, but he didn’t want to appear too eager.
He closed the closet doors and went to the last one. It opened to a bathroom with pristine white walls and the strong scent of lemon, pine, and Clorox. Yes! No more worrying about using the shower after two guys who had just finished having sex in it. How did I get this lucky? The jetted tub in the corner was screaming his name, especially after the tense night he’d had. He was going to ask Mike if he was opposed to him taking a long soak right now.
Rayne got a glimpse of himself in the tall mirrors and winced at his messy appearance. He hurried to finger-comb his hair, then turned on one of the chrome fixtures and splashed some cool water on his face. He went to the built-in shelving unit and used a fluffy blue hand towel to dry his face.
“Hey,” Mike called out, “I think I got all the ones that you had at Trent’s place. I’m gonna put them in the closet.”
Rayne turned the light off in the bathroom just as Mike was coming out of his closet. His closet. Rayne wanted to put his arms around Mike again and kiss him senseless, but he didn’t want to be clingy—and that wasn’t how he showed his gratitude anymore. “Mike. The room is amazing. Thank you.”
“Well, you can thank Manny for the furniture and stuff because this room was empty not that long ago. He bought all of this stuff when he stayed with me a few months last year after his wife put his ass out.”
“Oh man. He’s divorced?”
“She took him back after a while, but he left the stuff because he wasn’t sure if he’d need it again.” Mike smirked. “But too late now because it’s yours.”
Rayne tried to hide his blush as he went to his duffle bag and hefted it onto the bed. “I can only imagine what the master bedroom looks like.”
“This is the master,” Mike said.
“What?” Rayne blinked.
“Yeah. I like the bedroom that faces the front of the house. It’s big enough for me, and I like it because it has a fireplace. Since I don’t need a closet that big, and I damn sure was never going to use that bathtub, I made this the guest room.”
“That tub is calling like a beacon of hope for my sore back.” Rayne pulled out his toiletry bag as Mike leaned casually against the wall, watching him.
“Well, it’s yours now, so use it as much as you want.” Mike headed toward the door, and Rayne wanted to grab him and ask for another kiss, hug, or something but decided not to beg… yet. He had time. “I’ll let you get settled. Just holler if you need me, but make yourself at home. I’m gonna go across the hall and burn off some steam.”
Rayne was about to ask Mike how he planned to do that, and then he remembered the weights and exercise equipment in the other room. Was Mike still that worked up over his uncle? Damn. He was glad he’d intervened when he did.
“Were you really gonna make him screw his dog?” Rayne asked before Mike left.
He turned around slowly like the killer in an assassin movie, those dark eyes singeing Rayne where he stood. Mike’s voice was an octave lower than terrifying when he answered, “That’s exactly what I was gonna make him do.”
Jesus.
“You saved his life,” Mike gritted out before he walked out the door and closed it behind him.
Rayne was so turned on by Mike’s protectiveness he had to sit down and breathe.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Rayne
“Mmmm, god yes,” Rayne moaned for the tenth time since he’d settled his aching body into the deep tub. He was submerged up to his chin in the steaming water as he took long inhales of the stress-relief lavender bath oil he’d dumped in first.
He flipped open his phone and saw that Chelsea had responded to his text about canceling their movie night and told him to call her when he could. Instead of dialing her back, he went to his sponsor’s contact and sent him a text.
I think I’m about to be in a relationship… a real relationship, Cliff.
Rayne reclined against the thick blue towel he’d folded into a makeshift pillow and closed his eyes. Finally, he was safe… he was home. It was crazy how he and Mike had gotten to this point, but here they were.