“Is Frank coming over?” Fitz asked while putting away the last of the dishes.
Farrah shrugged then wiped his hands on a dishtowel. “He said he was but he won’t.”
Fitz opened his mouth to speak but the phone ringing cut him off. Fitz watched him reach for it and answer. He knew immediately it was Frank. The man always called about an hour before to cancel, it was a pattern with him.
When he and Fitz first moved into their new patio home they invited their neighbor Frank over all the time. They felt bad for him since no one ever came over. Farrah also pointed out the lack of furniture or any furnishings in the home. That was almost a year ago.
Their invitations had tapered off since Frank always canceled on them. In fact Farrah could only remember Frank actually coming over three times out of the hundreds of times they’ve invited him. “No, it’s okay Frank.” Farrah heard Fitz say and he knew Frank wasn’t coming.
He sighed and headed for the front to grab the package left on the stoop. It came earlier but he and Fitz were preoccupied…
The sun shone bright as Farrah bent to retrieve the box. A stray paper caught his eye. He shook his head and went to pick up the paper. Littering got on his absolute last nerve.
Paper in hand and his box he went back inside. With the box on the table he went for the trash when he noticed the name on the paper. Frank Frander.
He held it up and began to read (even though he knew he shouldn’t, he just couldn’t help himself). Fitz came up behind him. “Whatcha got?”
Farrah said nothing; instead, he handed Fitz the paper.
Farrah stood still processing what he read. The letter was declaring Frank’s ex-wife had petitioned for sole custody of their two sons. It was dated well over three months ago. Things finally clicked for Farrah as to why Frank was never around.
“Think we should help him?” Fitz asked.
Fitz kissed his neck. “Don’t know. We’ll think of something. We always do.”
Farrah had to admit Fitz was right. They’d think of something.
It was a jerk then a snap, pain sliced up Enzo’s arm to settle in his shoulder before fading away. His broken arm from moments before flexed with each pump of his flexing fingers. Ezra was going to pay for that one. His lover of over a thousand years had set the trap. It was their version of love notes. Who could cause the other more physical pain?
So far the answer had been elusive for neither could truly be hurt.
“Well that didn’t work.” Ezra’s voice came from somewhere behind him.
He turned to find a pair of acid green, glowing eyes staring at him. “Does it ever?”
A speck of a shimmer tinted dark blue scurried through the air outlining a body followed by a smoke. The fog trailing soon revealed the very naked body of Ezra standing proud in every sense of the word. “As foreplay?” He sauntered over, his body slinking like a snake on the hunt. “Yes” A forked tongue tasted the air, scenting his own awakening arousal, no doubt.
“Such a naughty demon.” Enzo reached out and pulled Ezra to himself. His skin was cool and smooth to Enzo’s touch.
Ezra smirked revealing sharpened teeth. “Such a naughty imp.” Enzo’s lips curled with a snarl. His grip tightened, if Ezra were human his bones would’ve snapped. “Good boy.” Ezra said with an air of mischief. He knew how much Enzo hated being called an imp.
He growled. “You’ll pay for that.”
Ezra chuckled, the sound of the devil himself. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Dov hung his helmet on the hook. His fingers lingered on the lightning bolt decal, his stage name, Short Stuff, stood stark against the orange paint of the helmet. He knew he’d never put that helmet on again. He couldn’t.
He swallowed and turned away, his crutches making it awkward but he managed, after all, it wasn’t the first time he’d used them. Crutches had become an extension of himself given his profession: daredevil. At first he didn’t think much of his wellbeing but when he met Dillan all that changed.
Dov had to stay around for him.
He looked up to find Dillan looking at him with a small smile. “Yes?”
Dillan held out his hand. “Ready?”
Dov took a deep breath and hobbled forward on his crutches. He reached forward to interlace their fingers together. “Always.”
Dillan shook his head, his bangs tickling his cheek bones. Dov loved those bangs and the man attached to them. “Then let’s go.”
Dillan led Dov away. Together they were entering a new life without stunts and chaos. Together they were going to be a family.