"Not that I know of. I could tell he didn't think he was better than me or some such bullshit. More like we'd met before and I'd screwed him over or fucked with his sister. It was venomous." I was annoyed again and couldn't help it but roll my eyes, frustrated by the unwelcome feeling.
Noah laughed at me. "Chin up. There's more ass in the world."
"Yeah, but that's the thing. I actually liked him. Those preppy clothes, the shyness, even when he talked about his work I was interested. Not that he found it in himself to speak to me about it."
"You can't be head over heels after being ignored for four hours. We'll find you someone else."
"I know, I know. But that seriously stung. I'm off my game."
Noah rolled closer and squeezed my shoulder. "It's just a guy. Zach and I'll take you out next weekend. Maybe we could go dancing to take your mind off things… and to get you laid of course." He smirked.
"But we have to go for drinks before that. Just the two of us." I looked at him, my head tilted.
"Consider it done. I'll get you drunk." We bumped fists and I just managed to clean the chairs as the next client came in, and it was back to work for me.
*~*~*
Later in the week, when I was just about ready to close up and had already sent Jill home, Zach stopped on his way out. "Do you wanna come with us to the diner?"
"Who is us?" I raised my eyebrow at him.
"The twins, Archer, Troy, and me." He had one hand on the door as he waited for my answer.
I thought about it. I was kind of hungry and only had two-day-old Chinese in the fridge. The company I would probably appreciate, but Troy gave me pause. I wouldn't mind seeing him, but I doubted he would appreciate my just dropping in.
"Yeah, I don't know about that. Troy could have done without me last time." I wasn't inclined to go where I wasn't wanted.
"I saw that, but honestly, you're our friend, and if he doesn't like it he can just take a rain check. You coming?" Zach opened the door.
"Yeah. I'll come. Just help me close the shop." I rushed through it and in a matter of minutes we were walking toward the restaurant, ignoring the slight chill in the air.
"Noah's away again?" I pushed my hands in my pockets.
"You know it. Bugs me on occasion, but then I see how he is with the two of us, and each time I realize, he's worth the wait." Zach shrugged.
"God, I envy you sometimes. You're sappy and sweet enough to give me a cavity, but I still want all that. I guess I've kind of outgrown hookups." I stared into the distance, not really comfortable just putting all my thoughts out there, but feeling as if I could.
"Give it a bit of time. Thirty-eight is not ninety."
"Sure, but it's not twenty-five either."
Zach bumped into my shoulder. "Do you want us to set you up?"
"No way. Don't even think about it. If you haven't introduced me to them by now I don't want to know them." I almost shivered at the thought. The last thing I needed were stilted conversations or crazies following me home.
"You have a point. Well, Noah said he's gonna get you drunk as soon as he's back. So maybe you end up meeting someone in the sober part of the night." Zach snorted.
"I just bet I will." I shook my head. "The twins were watching Archer?"
"Michael. He had a day off. Makes me feel guilty how they spend almost more time with him than I do."
"That's normal. It's rare for parents to just stay at home and raise their kids. Besides, it's easier now with Noah helping, isn't it?" I looked at him and noticed the small smile.
"It is. I don't know what I'd do without him. Noah is Archer's father despite the lack of DNA. He probably was from the first moment Archer noticed him. I never thought I could be this happy."
"You deserve it. Noah does, too. I'm glad you lucked out." Patting him on his back, we turned and entered the restaurant right after a family of three.
The guys were already at a table and they weren't quiet about it. Archer was sitting in G's lap, drumming with his spoon and chatting excitedly with Michael. Troy looked at them with a pretty little smile, and I instantly regretted coming in the first place.
"Hey, guys," Zach said quickly, then leaned down and started softly conversing with Archer who'd squealed as soon as he'd seen his father. Zach could have said whatever he wanted, that kid knew very well who his father was and loved him to bits.
I nodded at them then asked for one more chair from the passing waiter. Thankfully he was fast, but he tucked the fucking thing right next to Troy. All of a sudden that Chinese seemed way more appealing than it did twenty minutes ago.
"It's good to see you, Adam." Michael added and I nodded both at him and at Troy, who didn't seem as inclined to just turn his head away from me this time.
"What are you two idiots up to, anyway? I keep seeing you together and G's been suspiciously lacking any bruises in the past few months." I leaned forward and cradled my chin in my hands as I looked at them.
Gabriel blushed—not that I could really see the flush in his cheeks, but I knew his expression well enough. He ducked his head toward Archer with more purpose than I thought necessary and then proceeded to pretend he missed the question. Michael on the other hand narrowed his eyes as he looked at me. "We've been maturing in our spare time. Checking out how the adults have it and so far we've been thriving." He was all but laughing at me, but I could tell from his expression that he would speak to me about whatever was happening with them at some point. I tilted my head slightly in acceptance.
Only now Troy was looking at them suspiciously, his gaze even a little bit distant before he widened his eyes then snapped his mouth shut and focused on the table. Overall the situation was too good for me to resist, so I nudged his shoulder and leaned down enough to ask him.
"Is it anything you'd be willing to share?" My words were barely a whisper against his skin but he gave a full body shudder, and I was beyond curious as to what else would cause the same reaction. Here's to hoping I would one day find out.
Troy moved away slightly and really looked at me for the first time. I can't say I was ready for the piercing energy of his green eyes or the way they made him seem utterly vulnerable. "I don't really think it's my place to gossip."
"Ah, so it's something serious then. I can wait until they're ready." I smiled at him, hoping he would stay less on guard next to me.
Surprisingly enough, Troy returned the smile and followed up with a question. "You've known them long?"
"Yeah, it's been years now. I met them when I moved the last time, changed the scenery." I shut down significantly at that point. My past wasn't something I really liked to talk about. Even after so many years, it hurt.
Then the waiter dropped in and picked up our orders promising to be back quickly.
Troy was still looking at me, and for the first time I realized he saw more in people than an average person. He seemed to assess the situation then act based on his conclusions. People were rarely born that way, and Troy must have had a bitch of a life for his scars to be that visible. "You like what you do now?"
"I kinda love it." I grinned at him, feeling like I could lean into him more again, share a secret and whisper to him about my infatuation.
"That's good. Most people get stuck in jobs they hate and there are enough things in life to make it difficult. It would be a shame to spend so many hours each day miserable." He lifted his elbow on the table and leaned his chin on his fist, now seemingly fascinated by me.
I had enough years behind me to handle casual interest, but Troy's stare still made me squirm in my chair, thinking about the possibilities and all but blushing because of them. "Do you like anything else besides your job? Like a hobby or whatever?"
That made him look away, and I missed the stare immediately. There was something seriously wrong with me. We'd barely exchanged a few sentences and I was falling head over heels for the guy. "Not really. I often take work home. Sometimes I watch movies. You?"
"Hockey. I train
kids three days a week," I said, barely feeling that constant pang of sorrow for a past life.
"Oh, wow. I swear you just glowed for a minute." Troy laughed at me, and this time I did feel my cheeks heat up.
"Sorry. I love hockey." I ducked my head, and if I moved and inch closer to him, I'm sure no one noticed.
"It's perfectly all right. I don't know a thing about it, but I can tell it's something you like doing. I haven't often seen such passion in someone. It's refreshing." There's no way he was leaning more toward me, but suddenly there was a lot less space between us, and I allowed myself to feel that sliver of hope again. That if I asked him out he would say yes.
"Dear God, don't ask him about hockey. That conversation will last the whole night," Michael suddenly said, and I moved away from Troy the same time as he leaned back in his chair and looked toward the rest of our company. I could honestly say I'd forgotten about them, and I felt a bit embarrassed.
"Troy still hasn't heard about it. He might be interested," I defended myself halfheartedly. I wasn't really planning to talk about hockey the whole night, but it was a matter of principles.
Zach moaned and buried his head against Archer's neck, making him squeal.
"I know. I should have kept quiet," Michael told Zach and I almost felt offended.
"I wouldn't mind. I don't have a clue about the sport," Troy said, but he glanced my way too, and he did it with a smile.
Just the one show of support made him even more likeable, and I really wanted to ask him on a date. What came out instead was gratitude. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it. You could never tell these assholes are my friends."
Troy chuckled, but Zach raised his voice, all indignation and scorn, "Hey! Watch your language."
Only then I remembered Archer and sheepishly I said, "Sorry."
"Yeah. If we have to cut the curse words out of our vocabulary, you should fall victim of that rule, too," G added, making me roll my eyes.
"Just in front of Archer," Zach said. "He picks them up faster than anything I repeat a thousand times. It's frustrating."
"Must be a joy to hang around Noah and his band." I grinned at him.
Zach groaned. "You have no idea. Makes me want to wash their mouths with soap each time before I let them see my son."
"Is he famous?" Troy suddenly asked and all of us looked at him in surprise.
"You've never heard of Guessing Game?" Zach asked, and I suddenly felt the need to defend Troy.
"It's not like you were any better. You had no idea who Noah was," I put in.
Zach blushed. "Well, I was busy. I had no time to listen to music."
"I've heard of them. I even know a couple of songs. I just never saw a video or anything. He has that familiar face but I still couldn't place him. I must have seen him on TV or something." Troy explained.
Before anyone could answer him, the waiter appeared with our food and the words slowly petered off as we ate.
After the meal, I tried to catch Troy's gaze again to start another conversation, but the others seemed to be working against me, and each time I asked a question, I got three answers I didn't want while Troy went back to his two word sentences. By the time we were heading out, I was slightly pissed off, and Troy must have sensed it because no matter how many times I tried to get close to him, he kept moving away until he was headed home, and I was stuck with the twins.
With nothing else to do and little patience for more chatter, I said my goodbyes and walked home. I was still climbing into the building when I took out my phone and called my sister.
"Hey, Adam. Long night?" I could hear her messing about with the dishes and I felt that little pang again. I loved her kids although I rarely saw them and I ached for the same rush and mess in my own home. I craved company.
"You could say that. It's like the world is working against me," I complained as I got into the apartment and dropped down on the couch. I pushed off my shoes and stared at the ceiling while she talked.
"Is it that guy again?" She chuckled before I heard more glasses clinking.
"Troy. Yes. I saw him again tonight. And it was going much better than last time. He actually talked to me. But once we were interrupted it was like he got cold feet again. It's so damn frustrating." I kicked out at my shoe, sending it under the coffee table.
"Maybe you just need to get him alone. He might be shy or something," Hayley said then yelled at her youngest to stop screaming.
"It's not even that. I've dated shy guys before. He just shuts down and moves away. It's as if I frighten him. Once we actually talk he's really open and curious." I lay down on the couch, lifting one of my legs up to the coffee table.
"What do you want me to tell you? You need to be patient if you really want him. Wait him out and see where it takes you. You won't get anywhere by forcing it."
"Do you think it's worth it? He might just turn out to be an asshole," I complained, missing our drinking dates where we both poured our hearts out then pretended we hadn't shared any of the embarrassing secrets.
"Adam, you won't know if you don't try it. In the end there's nothing to lose. You can either pout there alone or give it your best effort. At least this way you won't have any regrets in a couple of years and wonder what could have happened with that cute little guy," Hayley said in her strict, mother voice, expecting me to obey.
"Yeah, you're right. I guess I just needed a kick in the ass." I sighed deeply, thinking of ways I could get closer to Troy without pushing him.
"That's what I'm here for, big brother. Listen, I gotta go. Lor is pinching Dennis again. He's just begging for a spanking." She yelled the last part for Lor's benefit.
"Sure, sis. Show them who's boss." I laughed.
"You better believe it." She laughed, too, before hanging up.
I threw my cell phone on the table and spun the whole night again in my head. I had to figure out what I did wrong and try my best not to do it again. Troy was worth the effort, and, like Hayley said, it wasn't like I had anything better to do.
Chapter Three
Troy
It was already dark outside by the time I finally left work and my mood matched the cloudy sky overhead. We were working on a two-man project and nothing was going right. I probably would have stayed there for another couple of hours, but Kay decisively dismissed all my tries to keep working on the code and shooed me home.
But home wasn't a place where I wanted to be. It would be quiet and depressing and I just knew I would keep spinning the numbers and solutions in my head for the rest of the night. So I took a cab, suit and all, and headed to Gabriel's bar. Maybe some company would cheer me up, even if I ended up talking to Logan. If nothing else, Logan could always make me a cocktail to loosen me up.
I was barely out of the cab when Michael appeared with Archer in his arms. "Hold the cab."
I told the driver to wait a minute and turned toward Michael. "You're in a hurry?"
"I have to drop off Archer at the shop. Zach won't be done for another hour and I have to go meet G in half that. Adam said to bring him; that it's no trouble." He gave me Archer's bag.
"So there's no one I know in the bar?" I asked as I opened the door for him.
"No. Do you want to come with me?" He was obviously preoccupied with Archer and barely spared me any attention. But I also didn't want to go home yet and Adam wasn't really horrible last time. If nothing else, Zach would be there and I could kill an hour.
"I might as well." I sighed and sat next to him while he told the driver the address and to drive slowly.
Archer was looking sleepy and had pushed his little head against Michael's neck while gripping his shirt in his small fist. I was so focused on him Michael's question startled me. "What's up with the suit?"
I looked at myself. "Oh. I got off work late and didn't feel like going home."
"Tough day?" He smoothed Archer's black hair while still looking at me.
"It really was. I would have stayed if Kay wasn't so opposed." I smiled
thinking about it now.
"I'm sorry I couldn't take your mind off it. I already promised G." Michael looked somewhat sheepish, as if I would blame him for already having plans.
"It's all right. But while we're at it, I was wondering how long has that been going on?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
Michael honest to God blushed like I'd never seen him do before and hid as much of his face as he could against Archer's little head. "I don't know what you're talking about." The words came out as more of a mumble.
Grinning I went all out. "I'm talking about the obvious romance between M and G."
"Oh, God." Michael moaned. "How did you find out?" His eyes were pleading and panicked which wiped my grin off real quick.
"At the dinner last week. You didn't want to share with Adam, but I kept looking at you and the dots connected. Hey, man. I'm not gonna tell anyone, and I doubt people who don't know you would notice." I put my hand on his knee and squeezed in comfort.
"You think?" He was almost fearful, and it brought the seriousness of the situation to the fore. I was curious and was likely to be aroused when it came to two gorgeous twins getting it on, but most people would never think like that. M and G would face judgment quicker than they could finish a sentence. Not to mention that it probably wasn't legal in most states.
"I'm more than sure. I notice details, always have. But I wouldn't have connected it without knowing you guys first." I offered a reassuring look. "So, is the s-e-x any good?" I pinched just above his knee as I spelled the word.
"More than," he whispered with a deep sigh. "It all came to light that night you broke up with him. He couldn't handle it."
"Jesus, I'm so sorry…" I started only to be interrupted.
"No, it wasn't your fault. You were never right for each other, and both of you knew it. The trouble was between G and me. We were keeping secrets, and it was killing us. Now we're handling our issues before they accumulate."
"So you're happy?" I tried, still feeling the guilt.
"Oh yeah. I've always lived for him, but now I can show it, and he mirrors my feelings. It's the best a person could hope for."
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