EPistols at Dawn by Z. A. Maxfield

Author:Z. A. Maxfield [Maxfield, Z. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay Men, Gay, Fiction, Romance, Erotica, General, Parodies, Contemporary, Interracial Dating, Reporters and Reporting, Coming of Age, Gay-Lesbian Romance, Recluses as Authors, Contemporary Romance
ISBN: 9781605047072
Google: W4Tc-_-aOKwC
Amazon: 1605047074
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Published: 2010-05-03T12:00:00+00:00

ePistols at Dawn

“I can’t believe this place doesn’t have a television.” Will sat on the floor at the coffee table, pulling out some paper napkins from a bag of supplies from the kitchen and setting the table. “That seems so strange.”

“There’s a cable hookup. It was my mother’s idea that a trip to the beach in the summer should be a renewal. She always has the agent tell the tenants that he can arrange to have a television brought in, however there isn’t one unless they ask for it.”

“Your mom thought television was bad?”

“Not really. But when we used to stay at the beach, we played cards or listened to the radio. We did things together. It was the only time she didn’t work. She always said we got better acquainted when we didn’t have the distraction of television.”

“She sounds nice.” Will passed him a plate with two skewers arranged neatly on a bed of rice.

Kelly checked his watch again.

“Do you have somewhere to be?”

“What do you mean?”

“You keep checking your watch.” Will took a bite of rice, his eyes sort of lit up and teasing. “I thought perhaps you had an important engagement.”

Kelly felt his face redden. “Well. I thought…Jae might call.”

“I see,” said Will, nodding. “I bring you here, I make a fabulous meal, and still you pine after a hot six-foot-five Asian dude with hair down to his nads. Okay. I can see the writing on the wall…” He grinned.

“What, that writing?” Kelly indicated an imaginary wall. “It says Will Lanier makes a mighty fine chicken skewer.” Will smiled happily. “I haven’t talked to Jae since I called him at work last week and he seemed rather brusque.”

“Have you checked your messages?”

“Not for a few days.”

“Kells.” Will laughed. “You don’t answer your phone most of the time and you don’t check your messages. What is the guy supposed to do? Where is your phone now?”

“Here.” Kelly removed it from his pocket.

Will checked it. “You have twenty-six missed calls.”

Kelly took it back and read the screen. “What?”

“Twenty-six. Count ’em.”

“Most of those are probably stupid stuff.” Kelly avoided his eyes.

“There are at least seven from your accountant. Two from the home where your mother stays…”

“I know what those are,” Kelly said defensively. “I’ve taken care of those.”

“And there are several here that are from a J. Fields. Haven’t you been taking his calls?”

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