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Robby eyed her warily, annoyed that he wanted to let this strange girl comfort him, but Wyatt gave him a gentle shove and a reassuring smile. “Go ahead. She won’t stop nagging until you do. She’s powered by gay tears.”
“He’s overreacting, man. You know how these rich folks are,” Calder hedged, refusing to admit to any wrongdoing until he knew what Linc knew. Charged silence filled the room as Linc fixed him with a dead stare. “You fucked his wife…and his son.” Yep. There it was. What could he say? “Not at the same time?”
“No. In fact, it might be the first time they ever truly lived. My dick changes lives, man.”
“Linc, I’m not trying to be an asshole, but I feel the need to point out that both you and Shepherd married the only clients you were ever charged with watching. Hell, at this point Jackson might as well call this place Elite Protection and Matchmaking Services. I submit that I’m being unfairly targeted and punished not because I fuck our clients but because I just refuse to marry all of them afterward, and honestly, it’s starting to feel a bit like discrimination.”
Calder snorted. “Assaulting a police officer? Angel face in there? The kid is the personification of a basket of kittens. What did he assault him with? Kindness?” Linc’s lips twitched as he tried to keep a straight face. “A twelve-inch black dildo known as the ‘hole wrecker.’”
He skipped his paints, instead grabbing a charcoal pencil, roughly sketching an outline of a boy with a sharp jawline, wide almond-shaped hazel eyes, and swoopy caramel-colored hair. Maybe he could draw the boy out of his system, pour his need onto the canvas, and then burn it.
“My father is Jeb Shaw.” At everybody’s puzzled looks, he said, “The leader of the Church of Magnus Dei.” “That’s not a church. It’s a cult,” Grady spit. “Yes,” Robby confirmed.
“Who lives in the real world? We live in Lalaland. You are a twenty-one-year-old virgin who was raised in a cult. I’m in the movies. Wyatt makes money on YouTube. Your ex-boyfriend left you for a dude who’s probably a serial killer. The real world doesn’t apply to people like us.
Wyatt: Revenge? Amusement? General fuckery? He told Calder if he fucks you, he’s fired.
Robby was almost positive his heart stopped beating. “What…what am I to you?” Calder brought his forehead to Robby’s. “Fuck, angel. I don’t know. Special? Important? Cared for? More than you should be but too much for me to push you away?”
“It’s from Linc. He said, ‘Resignation not accepted, asshole. Get your ass into the office and bring the kid.’” Calder barked out a laugh.
All he could do was offer him a safe place to grieve. “You can fall apart, you know. I’m okay. You don’t have to stay strong for me or whatever.”
Calder gaped at the girl before shaking his head. “What? Do you talk like this to all of your customers? Clients? Whatever?” “I’m the makeup artist here. Daddy doesn’t really let me talk to the customers-clients-whatevers. He says I lack…people skills. Luckily, I don’t need them for my job. My clients don’t tend to be super chatty. Usually,” she added with a smirk.
Robby looked up. “I think I was, you know. The loneliest boy. Before you.” Calder took his eyes off the road to drop a kiss on Robby’s forehead. “I think I was, too…before you. But this is one hell of an after we’ve made for ourselves.” It really, really was.
