Action by Quinn Anderson

Author:Quinn Anderson [Anderson, Quinn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2017-02-19T16:00:00+00:00

Pete made the drive home in a stupor. It was a good thing he’d lived in LA his whole life, because if he’d been called upon to name what streets he took, he wouldn’t be able to. He was on autopilot, the core of his brain devoted to replaying his date with Evan in technicolor detail.

Had he done something wrong at some point? Evan had said that he’d been trying to make Pete realize he liked him from the start—a dizzying revelation in and of itself—and Pete had practically thrown himself at him. If Evan had wanted him, he could have had him. So why weren’t they together right now? Honestly, he should give up on trying to figure Evan out. It seemed their telepathy only went one way.

Pete muttered under his breath, “Totally unfair.”

With a start, he realized he was going fifteen miles over the speed limit. He took his leaden foot off the gas and watched the speedometer inch down to the appropriate number. Great, now he felt like he was crawling home. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like anyone was waiting for him.

He exhaled heavily. As far as first dates went, it could have been worse. Pete hadn’t totally embarrassed himself on the dance floor, and Joshua hadn’t outed him before he’d had a chance to tell Evan his name for himself. That was something. And if Evan didn’t want to sleep with him, that was his call.

He just wished he knew why Evan had left so quickly, because he was willing to bet he’d missed something. Pete was no expert on the man, but he had gleaned one thing in the past few weeks: Evan was a drama queen. This wasn’t the first time he’d flounced off into the night, leaving Pete to puzzle over his motivations. Something was up, and Pete wanted to know what it was before he tortured himself all over again.

After pulling into the driveway and killing the engine, he stayed in his seat for a moment, debating. Should he call Evan? Just to make sure he hadn’t pissed him off? Or would Evan want some space? They’d seen a lot of each other lately, and it was after midnight.

Pete couldn’t decide. He had the animal instincts of a newborn kitten. After a solid minute, the cold drove him inside.

Mom was still up when he plodded through the front door. She was sitting on the well-worn couch in the living room. The glow from the TV illuminated her profile. She looked at him when he entered and offered him a smile.

He attempted to smile back, but it must have been more of a rictus, because she asked, “Everything all right, kiddo?”

“Uh, yeah.” He sounded about as genuine as Ebenezer Scrooge at a charity event.

She gave him the sort of knowing look only a mother could produce, one designed to make duplicitous children spill their guts.

It worked. “The night didn’t go quite how I planned.”

“Ah. You didn’t have a good time?”

“No, I did.

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