Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
He gave their name and address to his preferred investigator and asked her to invoice him directly. Grey could submit it to the firm later if they would represent Mack in court. Hopefully, it would never come to that.
Wrapping up all the evidence in a tidy package, he sent it to one of his colleagues. Again asking that he be invoiced directly for the time it required, Grey requested her to draft a serious cease and desist letter on official law firm stationery. He would send it registered mail with a return receipt the woman would have to sign for. That always seemed to make the threat more real.
Grey debated in his mind. Would the woman be in bad financial shape or the man? Would the vase have been destroyed or disposed of by one of the two and then covered up to keep the other in the dark?
He decided to let Mack choose which way he thought it would go. He guessed the man pawned it and then didn’t go back to get it. What story would Mack concoct in his mind?
He loved the way his Little boy thought.
His Little boy.
Grey smiled. From the very beginning, he’d felt like Mack was his. An instant, deep connection that defied logic and chance tied him to the younger man. Had Mack not gotten a job at Armando’s, Grey knew running into Mack in the big city wouldn’t have happened.
He realized he’d never checked Mack’s schedule for the week. Was he working today or not? Grabbing his phone, Grey sent Mack a message. “Answer when you are free. No rush. Do you need a ride home tonight? What time are you off?”
The phone buzzed almost immediately with a photo. Mack in the bathtub with bubbles. Grey spotted Poutine carefully placed on a rolled towel on the edge of the tub.
Instantly, his cock hardened. Such a Little move. Grey closed his eyes, grabbing control and forcing his body to relax.
“Ooo, that’s a look,” his secretary commented from the doorway.
“Did you get the report from the background check?” he asked, remaining in his chair.
“It just came through. Is this for a new case?”
“Not for us. Just gathering some information for a friend of mine in case it’s needed,” Grey explained.
“I paid the invoice through your personal account as you instructed,” she reported.
“Thank you, Melanie.” He held his hand out for the folder, and she walked forward to deliver it. Grey waited for her to leave before flipping it open. When his phone buzzed with responses from Mack, he dragged his attention away.
Hi, Daddy! Poutine and I are making ourselves at home. Onelia made pancakes for us for breakfast.
I’m very glad to know you’re settling in. I will do my best to make it home early tonight.
We know you have to work, Daddy. It’s okay. We’ll be here when you get finished.
“Grey? You’re due in court on the Finnegan case in twenty minutes,” his secretary reminded him from the doorway.
“Thank you, Melanie.”
Grey closed the file and stuck it in his briefcase. His actions were deliberate and measured to give himself a few seconds to make sure he was completely in control of his body. Inwardly, he shook his head at himself. Leave it to one Little boy to have this much of an impact.
Pulling into his garage at a much earlier hour than normal, Grey had brought a few files home to glance over instead of remaining at his office to work on them. Getting home was much more important.
He walked in to find Mack curled up on the sectional with Poutine, eating popcorn. The younger man immediately jumped to his feet and raced to greet him. Grey opened his arms and pulled Mack close. He kissed him hard, claiming his mouth and savoring the buttery salt from the popcorn that clung to his lips. Forcing himself to end the kiss much faster than he wanted to, Grey lifted his mouth.
“Little boy, you were a big temptation today. I’ve never wanted to ditch all my cases and come home to play.”
“Sorry?” His tone didn’t hold an ounce of regret as he pressed his body against Grey’s.
“You are totally not sorry, and I’m glad. Did you miss me?” Grey asked as he rubbed Mack’s back.
“I did. A lot.”
“Were you good?” Grey stroked down over his bottom to squeeze lightly.
“I was so good,” Mack answered quickly, stepping back slightly to meet his gaze.
Grey relaxed his hold and smiled at the concerned face in front of him. “Did you explore your nursery?”
“Some. I didn’t want to mess with too much of the stuff. You might have plans for some of that.”
“The only plans I have is for you to enjoy them. There was something waiting for you and Poutine. I expected to find it with the two of you on the couch.”