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“Right. I just meant I haven’t seen you around here in a while.”

Weeks? Months? I can’t remember the last time our old man dropped by the place where he’s supposed to live. Why of all times did it have to be when I was coming out of the room another man is buck naked in?

“I’ve been staying over at Peggy’s. Why are you sleeping in Colt’s old room?”

“Ah, I wasn’t sleeping in there. I was just checking on our guest.”

“Guest? You were sneaking out of your brother’s girlfriend’s room?” he asks, then reaches behind me to turn the doorknob.

“Hi,” I hear Thane’s voice as I wince. When I glance behind me, he’s thankfully fully dressed in jeans and even a shirt, making the bed.

“Who’s he? Who are you?” my dad barks.

“He’s Lyla’s guest,” I explain.

“Why were you in his room?” His eyes narrow at me, my messy clothes barely thrown on. “Did you sleep in there last night?”

“God no!” I deny a little too loudly while I try to come up with another explanation. “I…was just seeing if he needed breakfast. I figure Bear and Lyla are sleeping in, if you know what I mean.”

“Your brother loves to leap without looking.”

“Yeah. Guess so. He seems happy.”

“Well, I won’t lecture him again. Just came by to give you this.” He pulls out a long, skinny envelope from his back pocket. “Happy birthday, son. Sorry I didn’t get up with you yesterday.”

“Thanks, and it’s fine. We all went to the bar like usual.”

“Oh. Right.” He looks me up and down like his eyes are X-ray machines that can see right through me. “You just getting home, then? Find some honey to give you the birthday treatment?”

“Um, yeah. I did. She was…hot,” I lie rather than admit to my father that a man’s mouth gave me the birthday treatment better than any woman ever did. “And I need to go call Jordan about the shop being closed, so I’ll see ya later?”

“Yeah. See ya,” he says before he takes off toward the front door.

I stand there in the doorway, frozen, until I hear the door slam shut. That’s when Thane says, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“He doesn’t know, RJ. He bought your late-night explanation.”

“Right. Yeah. It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” I lie before I hurry to the bathroom to shut and lock myself inside. Bracing my hands on either side of the sink, I try to take slow, deep breaths to hold off the panic attack.

My father doesn’t suspect anything.

He doesn’t know I spent last night and this morning doing the type of things he’s made slurs about my entire life.

Cocksucker.Homo.Faggot. Those were the insults he would use when he was really angry at someone and wanted to insult them in the worst way.

I’m his worst insult now.

And while I know I should stop, that I should never go back to Thane’s room again, I won’t be able to resist him for long. Not now, when I know how good it feels to be with him, even if my father thinks it’s wrong.

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

Thane

Well, there goes any hope of RJ touching my dick.

As soon as I saw the older man standing in the doorway, looking angry and so similar to his sons, I knew it was all over.

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