Dine With Me by Layla Reyne

Author:Layla Reyne [Reyne, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2019-09-15T18:30:00+00:00

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Mortality could fuck right off.

Miller didn’t need another reminder of it. He had a knot in his throat that wouldn’t let him forget it every time he fucking swallowed, and now, the person and place he’d looked forward to visiting most on this tour were gone. He’d skipped right over denial—Sloan’s face was all the confirmation he needed—and gone straight to anger, all the rage he’d banked since getting his own diagnosis roaring back. He shot out an arm and swept it across the hotel room’s marble vanity. Plastic bottles and industrial strength glass hit the carpeted floor with a muffled thump. Wholly unsatisfying, as was the string of “fucks” Miller let loose.

But it was enough to draw Clancy’s attention, his fist pounding on the connecting door between their adjacent rooms. “Miller, open up!”

“I’m fine,” he hollered.

“Bullshit! Open the door, so I can make sure you’re not hurt.”

Miller laughed, the bitter, unhinged cackle making his own ears ache.

“Miller! Let me in!”

Clancy had done enough already. Holding up his weight when the news had taken Miller’s legs out from under him. Then navigating across the island to Edgartown and getting them checked in to the hotel. Miller had shown Clancy more than he’d intended.

“Enjoy the night off, Doc.”

The knocking quieted, and a second later, Miller’s phone rang. He stepped to the bedside table, checking it. Sloan, again. He didn’t answer, again. Once the ringing stopped, there were another few seconds of silence in which Miller considered breaking it with the vase on the fireplace mantel, but before he could grab hold of it, the banging restarted, this time on the glass door to the patio his and Clancy’s rooms shared.

Clancy stood outside in his jeans and T-shirt. “Open the door, Miller!”

“I’m fine, Doc, see.” He held his arms out wide.

Clancy did the same, as if to say, I’m not going anywhere, but the blinking neon message, from his visible shivering and rising goosebumps was, It’s cold as fuck out here. Yet still the other man didn’t move, just kept getting colder and more soaked by the falling snow.

“Fuck.” Miller stalked across the room, opened the door, and yanked Clancy inside by the front of his shirt. “Get in here.”

He went to close the door, but Clancy’s ice-cold hand on his arm stopped him. “No, leave it open. I want to smell the snow and hear the waves.”

“It’s freezing, Clancy.”

He squeezed gently. “Please. This is my first time on the Atlantic, and I miss the sound of the waves.”

Miller released the door. “Fine, but sit here.” He dragged one of the armchairs over in front of the gas fireplace, pushed Clancy down into it, and flicked on the blaze. “I’ll be right back.” He hustled to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, snatched the plush robe out of the closet, and returned to Clancy, thrusting the lot of items at him. “Dry off and wrap up.”

“I’m supposed to be checking on you,” Clancy said through chattering teeth.

“I’m fine, seriously.” He dragged the other chair over for himself.

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