Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

fear causing my voice to fail me. Any zipper he opened, Maz would find out more about me than he should. It could be my cartoon pajamas, my blanket, my pacifier, or my sippy cup that I took when we traveled. With one phone call, I was finding my carefully constructed bubble crumbling. “Hold on, Mazdon.” Seth pressed a button and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Do you really think that he’s going to find anything that we haven’t figured out already?” “Seth, please. Just…” My words trailed off and my face heated with unmistakable embarrassment. I’d gone over ten years with no one finding out more than I wanted them to, and now I didn’t know what to say or do. I wanted Huck, but I couldn’t ask for him. I needed to get home to clean up, and I really needed a nap. What I needed most of all was space to melt down. Maybe I could call my friend Derek and freak out to him. He’d get it. “Change of plans. I’ll be out in a minute. Love ya.” He clicked off the phone and crouched down to stare at me. “Trev, listen to me. Whatever’s in your bag isn’t going to freak me out. I’m a gay man. My dad owns a BDSM club. Do you really think that there is anything you could say or do, shy of committing a crime, that would surprise me?” My hand rose to my mouth, an instinctive move when I got overwhelmed, but Seth caught it first. “Ick, not here. You haven’t washed your hands since the plane. Come on, you need to wash your hands first, then I’ll take you home and help you clean up. Mazdon will fig...