"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

As he opened his door, he froze.

What theтАжhell?

Duffels. On the bed. So many of them he couldnтАЩt see more than an inch and a half of the king-size duvetтАФand he knew whose they were. Matching Guccis, in white with the navy blue logo and the navy blue and red cloth strappingтАФbecause according to Saxton, the traditional brown-on-brown with the red and green was тАЬtoo obvious.тАЭ

Blay shut the door quietly. His first thought was, Holy shit, Saxton knew. Somehow, the guy knew what had happened in the training center.

The male in question came out of the bathroom with an armful of shampoo, conditioner, and product. He stopped dead.

тАЬHi,тАЭ Blay said. тАЬTaking a vacation?тАЭ

After a tense moment, Saxton calmly came over, put his load down in a travel bag, and turned back around. As always, his beautiful blond hair was swept off his forehead in thick waves. And he was dressed perfectly, in another tweed suit with matching waistcoat, a red cravat and red pocket square adding just the right accent of color.

тАЬI think you know what IтАЩm going to say.тАЭ Saxton smiled sadly. тАЬBecause youтАЩre far from stupidтАФjust as I am.тАЭ

Blay went to sit down on the bed, but had to recalibrate because there was nowhere to put himself. He ended up on the chaise lounge, and, with a discreet lean to one side, he tucked the wadded shirt under the skirting. Out of sight. It was the least he could do.

God, was this really happening?

тАЬI donтАЩt want you to go,тАЭ Blay heard himself say roughly.

тАЬI believe that.тАЭ

Blay looked across all those duffels. тАЬWhy now?тАЭ

He thought of the pair of them just the day before, under the sheets, having hard sex. They had been so closeтАФalthough if he were brutally honest, maybe that had just been physically.

Take out the maybe.

тАЬIтАЩve been fooling myself.тАЭ Saxton shook his head. тАЬI thought I could keep going with you like thisтАФbut I canтАЩt. ItтАЩs killing me.тАЭ

Blay closed his eyes. тАЬI know IтАЩve been out a lot in the fieldтАФтАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs not what IтАЩm talking about.тАЭ

As Qhuinn took up all the space between them, Blay wanted to scream. But what good would that do: it appeared that he and Saxton had gotten to the same difficult corner at the same sorrowful moment.

His lover looked over the luggage. тАЬIтАЩve just finished that assignment for Wrath. ItтАЩs a good time to make a break, move out and find another jobтАФтАЭ

тАЬWait, so youтАЩre leaving the king as well?тАЭ Blay frowned. тАЬHowever things stand between us, you need to keep working for him. That is bigger than our relationship.тАЭ

SaxtonтАЩs eyes dipped down. тАЬI suspect that is far easier for you to say.тАЭ

тАЬNot true,тАЭ Blay countered grimly. тАЬGod, IтАЩm soтАжsorry.тАЭ

тАЬYouтАЩve done nothing wrongтАФyou need to know that IтАЩm not angry at you, or bitter. YouтАЩve always been honest, and IтАЩve always known that things were going to end like this. I just didnтАЩt know the timelineтАФI didnтАЩt knowтАжuntil I reached the end. Which is now.тАЭ

Oh, fuck.