Bad Bishop: A Perfect Play Novel by Layla Reyne

Author:Layla Reyne [Reyne, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781737352471
Publisher: Layla Reyne
Published: 2022-10-03T18:30:00+00:00

NINETEEN

They stayed at the Spyglass through the afternoon and into the early evening, strategizing and discussing next steps on how to continue skirting the jurisdictional guidelines they were already flaunting before devolving into war stories told over fried everything from the bar menu downstairs—kroket, bitterballen, patat, and poffertjes. If not for their scheduled calls home, Binny’s drooping eyelids, and the ritual evening summer storm, they’d probably still be there, eating too much and placing bets on a sport Marsh would never understand. And never call football. He was from Texas after all.

He slid open the balcony door and joined Levi in the soupy night air. The humidity didn’t seem to bother Levi, who was lounging in one of the metal deck chairs. “Sean out?” he asked.

Twisting his torso, Marsh peeked inside to where Sean was asleep on the sofa bed. Sean had sold his place in town when he’d moved back to the States, and Paxton Industries didn’t have an office here. He’d offered to stay at a hotel, but seeing as they were going to crash at Sean’s place in Vienna, it was only fair Sean crashed here at his. And it made Marsh feel better to know his best friend was safe under the same roof. “Out like a light.” He sank into the chair beside Levi’s. “He’s effectively working two jobs. Add in today’s Indian buffet and fried feast…”

Levi billowed his shirt. “I can smell the oil and spices seeping out of my pores.”

“We can go inside to the bedroom”—Marsh waggled his brows—“if it’s too steamy out here.”

“Then it’ll be steamy in there, and we’ve got a houseguest.”

Marsh scooted his chair closer, leaned over the arm, and grabbed his husband by the shirt front, hauling him closer. “Come here.” He brought their lips together in a kiss that at any other time, without a houseguest and without all that food in their bellies, would have led directly to the bedroom. “This place isn’t so bad with you around.”

“Thanks. I think.” He slumped back into his seat. “But I don’t want to live here either.”

“Agree.” Marsh liked it well enough when he’d been running from sand and sun, but he wasn’t like Binny. He didn’t want to live here in the past with ghosts and bureaucratic red tape. Not when a life in the present, in a place and with people that felt like home already, was so close to becoming a reality. “We need to call David.”

When they did, it wasn’t David who picked up the phone. Camilla’s face filled the screen instead. “Your son is helping Irina birth baby goats. Look!”

She flipped the phone, and sure enough, David was kneeling in a pasture in front of one of the breeding goats who was lying on her side. In his arms was a small ball of brownish-red baby goat. He held it in front of the mother, encouraging her to lick and clean her newborn while Irina worked to deliver another behind her.

“Number two is almost here,”

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