Page 9 of The Heir


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“For a rich guy, you don’t mind helping.”

“For a former rich guy, you seem to know your way around cooking and cleaning.”

Binx pointed at him and whispered, “Touche.”

“To be fair, my mother and father were adamant about us kids learning to take care of ourselves. They hate spoiled kids that don’t even do their own laundry. And I was in school with plenty of them. One guy had his maid come twice a week to pick up his laundry and clean the dorm room.”

“I’m surprised he was in a dorm room.”

“Not for long. He was scooped right up into a frat. Then he made her come to clean up the frat house, and she quit after a kegger they had. I can’t blame her.”

Binx blanched, “Puke, right?”

“Yeah. A lot. The first big frat party of the year, all those poor freshmen with those fresh livers.”

“Who has a fresh liver?” asked a voice from the door, and Binx smiled before Sel could turn to see who it was.

When he turned, Binx was already running over to the drop-dead gorgeous man who was pure fire. “Lon! Hey!”

Lonnie, he presumed, hugged Binx quickly. “Hey, Binxie, baby.”

Binx then grabbed his hand and yanked him over to Sel. “This is Dante Carrillo’s nephew.”

Sel was speechless for a moment. The man was so hot, he knew if he tried to speak, spittle would fly everywhere from how much saliva had collected in his mouth.

Long black hair flowing over both shoulders of the tall man, sharp features, lovely almond-shaped eyes, and a mouth that had full, succulent lips. “How do you do, Dante Carrillo’s nephew? Do you have your own name, or…?”

Sel came out of his stupor and shook the man’s proffered hand. “Sel. Selestino. Both. I mean, either.”

“Dang, he didn’t get all blundering and drooly over me like that,” Binx said with a pretend pout.

“Then he’s crazy,” Lonnie whispered. “You’re the hottest of all of us, Binxie.” To Sel, he said, “Nice to meet you, Selestino. I know your uncle, of course, and he’s a…friend, I guess. He’s helped a lot of my friends and me.”

“He’s never mentioned you, but he wouldn’t. He keeps his friendships, even the tentative ones, private.”

“Sure, sure, of course. Well, what’s the big news?”

Binx pushed him to a stool at the island and then ran to the doorway to check to see if they wouldn’t be overheard. When he returned, breathless, he whispered quickly, “Sel, here, wants to go to this ranch his uncle bought. He’s turning it into a resort for gay guys, and maybe girls, I don’t know, but anyway, he has jobs for the three of us.”

“What? You’re leaving?”

“Wait! Shoot, I didn’t want to tell you that part yet. We’re not sure yet, so put the bon voyage on hold. Anyway, we’re going to go up to Montana and check it out, and of course, we want you and Travis to come, as like our…security or something. Mostly just because I want my friends to go, but to take all of you. I don’t think that would work.

Sel placed his hand on Binx’s shoulder before the man expelled all his air from talking and passed out or something. “They are thinking of taking the positions they’ve been recommended for, including a head chef job for Binx.”

“Binxie! Your own restaurant! God, I’d miss you, but that would be incredible.”

Binx hugged his friend again. “I’d miss you all like crazy. And the kids, God, the kids, I’m just going to video call every single day.”

“If I may, Binx?”

Binx looked back at Sel and said, “Oh! Oh, sure, go for it!”

“Anyway, I want to go, but my family won’t allow me to, because there’s been some trouble up there, and they’re worried for my safety.”

If Selestino hadn’t already known Lonnie was a father, he would have with the next statement. “They’re just trying to protect you.”

“Oh, he knows, Lon, I promise. He’s not going up there to hunt this serial killer down all by himself—”

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