Nash had the car waiting at the base of the steps. Reese took the back seat, so I took the front, since I knew it would probably make him uncomfortable if I sat in the back with him.
Nash got the car moving. To Reese he said, “Do you know the address? I can put it on the GPS up here.” He motioned to the screen on the dashboard.
“Um, yeah,” Reese said. He pulled out his phone and looked up the information, then gave it to Nash.
The silence between us grew after that, but I was too afraid to ask Reese any of the millions of questions I had for him. Even the simple question of, “How’s therapy going?” was stuck in my throat. I knew Nash probably wouldn’t ask Reese anything so personal because Nash was playing his part of my Secret Service agent. He was supposed to be seen, not heard.
It wasn’t until Nash got us on the interstate that the silence was broken.
By Reese.
“How was the wedding?”
I managed to answer, but it felt like I was stumbling over my own words. In my mind, I was panicking that he somehow knew that the wedding had served multiple purposes, including a chance for his father to have some true alone time with the two guys he was fucking behind Reese’s back.
“It was beautiful. Very intimate,” I added, then cursed myself because all that did was make me think of the way Gage, Nash, and I had made love that night. It’d been one of the most moving experiences of my entire life. There’d been no rush as we’d taken our time loving on one another. And it’d been more than just sex. After the first round of lovemaking, Gage had snuck down to the kitchen to find us some snacks, then we’d snuggled together under the covers and watched a scary movie that had even managed to scare my big, burly men to the point that they’d practically been clinging to me.
“Gage said Vincent and his husband left for their honeymoon that night?”
“They did. They rented a cabin in Alaska somewhere. Middle of nowhere type thing.”
“Hmmm,” was all Reese said in response to that.
I was desperate not to lose this tiny link to Reese, so I worked up the nerve to ask, “How’s the therapy going? It looks like you’re walking a lot steadier now.”
“It’s good,” Reese said. Since I couldn’t see him, I was forced to try and pick up on his tone. As badly as I wanted to turn and look over the armrest and into the back seat, I knew that would just look strange and probably make him uncomfortable.
“Sarah – that’s my physical therapist – says I’m ahead of schedule. I should be able to ditch the cane in a few weeks.”
“That’s great,” I said. And it was great, but I also knew that once the cane was gone, he’d likely be leaving Gage’s house. “I’m sure you’re eager to get back home and have things go back to normal,” I offered.
If Reese responded, I didn’t hear it.
“I take it you’ll be going back home soon?”
I saw Nash stiffen out of the corner of my eye at Reese’s question.
“That’s the plan,” I murmured.
Reese fell silent and since I didn’t know what else to ask him that wouldn’t potentially piss him off, I didn’t speak again. It took us about twenty minutes to get to the clinic, and once the GPS guidance ended, Reese directed Nash where to go. He pulled over in front of the clinic door. It was a small building and the parking lot wasn’t very full.
“Well, thanks,” Reese said. “The session takes ninety minutes.”
“Okay, we’ll be back by then,” I said. I wasn’t sure what we’d do in the meantime, but I didn’t care. As awkward as the last half an hour had been, it had been heaven.
I heard the door handle engage, but when nothing happened, I turned to look over my shoulder and saw Reese staring at the handle like he didn’t know what it was.
“Everything okay? Is it not working?” I asked. I was about to ask Nash if maybe the child locks were engaged, but Reese spoke up before I could.
“You could… you could come inside with me, if you want. To watch or something.”
I was sure my heart stopped beating in that moment. I actually reached for Nash before I remembered that I couldn’t. I snatched my hand back before Reese noticed. Reese must have mistaken my silence for disinterest because he suddenly jerked the door handle and said, “Never mind.”
“No, Reese, wait,” I called, then I jumped out of the car and practically flew around to his side of it as he got out. His jaw was tight and I once again saw the angry, cold man I was becoming all too familiar with. “I do,” I explained quickly. “I do want to come in and watch. More than anything,” I admitted. I glanced around the parking lot. Nash had gotten out of the car as soon as I had, but he was pretending not to be engaged in our conversation as he scanned our surroundings.