Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
The sound of Teo’s giggle, muffled behind his hand, was the best thing I’d ever heard. I loved making him laugh. I reached a hand over and ruffled his hair. “Laugh all you want, young Padawan.”
He batted my hand away and ducked out of my reach, still laughing. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re aging very well.”
The look he gave me made my dick hard. “You’re going to have to carry me back if you don’t stop looking at me like that because I won’t be able to walk.”
He batted his eyelashes at me. “Looking at you like what? Like you’re a mouthwatering side of aged beef or a delicious glass of aged whiskey?”
I put my arm around his shoulders and drew him close, muttering under my breath about disrespecting one’s elders. We teased each other all the way back to the hotel room where I immediately pushed him face-first onto the desk, yanked his pants and underwear down to his ankles, and proceeded to show him with my tongue, my fingers, and finally my hard dick that some things did indeed get better with age.
15
Teo
I was in heaven.
Sure, I’d emergency landed in the middle of nowhere Canada, but I’d stumbled into a sex-fueled dream I never wanted to wake up from.
Except my ass hurt, and I had beard burn on my inner thighs that stung like a bitch.
“No more,” I muttered, tossing the half-empty bag of baby carrots onto the coffee table. “I liked the candy better. This healthy shit is for the birds.”
Jack nudged my thigh with his foot from his spot at the other end of the small sofa. “Need I remind you, getting the healthy shit was your idea?”
“Because candy and chips—not to mention festival food—were going to lead us to an early death.” I winced at the memory of Grandpa Banks and his heart attack. “I’m going to call Chris and see how Gordon is doing.”
When I got him on the phone, Chris sounded happy and much more grounded than before. “How is he?” I asked.
“Much better. His color is better than I’ve seen him in a while. I still don’t understand how his cardiologist missed this if he was in that bad of shape.”
“His last visit with a cardiologist was a year ago. He was scheduled next month for a full workup. Even his regular checkup with the GP was probably ten months ago.” I’d asked him for all of his medical records when I’d started keeping a closer eye on him at the office. “The only doctor he’d seen recently was the endocrinologist. Not exactly the best person to catch heart disease.”
Chris’s voice softened. “You were right, Tee. I should have been there when he landed. I feel awful. I should have let Dad handle the meeting on his own.”
It was nice to hear him sound more like himself, but I wondered what had caused the change. “What makes you say that now?”
“I’ve been spending some time with him, and it just brings up a lot of good memories. Dad and I were asking him questions about how he started the business originally, and it was fascinating.”
I remembered one of my lunchtime walks with Gordon when the winter weather had finally started tapering off. “His dad wanted him to become a doctor like himself.”
“Yeah. I never knew that. And he was too squeamish. That’s hilarious. He said the closest he ever came to becoming a doctor was—”
“Marrying a nurse,” I finished with a laugh. “Medicine was a big deal in your grandmother’s family.”
There was an odd silence, and I felt bad for interrupting him.
“How did you know those things?” he asked. “Sometimes, I feel like you know my family better than I do.”
“Sorry,” I said automatically. “I don’t know… I guess I just ask too many questions. I’m nosy like that. You know this about me.” I tried to make a joke of it, but the truth was, I listened to what Gordon and Hattie said. Over the years of working with elderly patients, I’d learned just how common it was for people to tune them out. It was similar to the way some people were with children. A lack of patience maybe. The words didn’t come as quickly and clearly anymore, so you had to be patient and learn to slow down. That wasn’t Chris’s strong suit, nor had it ever been.
“You have a big heart, Tee,” he said softly. “I don’t deserve you.”
His words touched me, but there was also something new there. A little sliver of awareness I’d never had before that this was a common occurrence between us. Just when I was at my most disappointed or angry in Chris, he’d turn into the perfect, thoughtful best friend. He’d say things that made me feel appreciated and adored. It was just enough to reel me back in again.