Entry Shock by Mia West

Author:Mia West [West, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mia West

For the second time in twelve hours, Mackey stood at the stove, Trick’s gaze a hot drizzle down his back.

He’d known the guy would look around. Who wouldn’t? He had, as a kid. He’d poked around every corner until he’d learned the place inside and out.

And he knew the appeal of a closed door. If the knob turned, weren’t you meant to open it?

He had a key. He’d chosen not to use it. And when Trick had confessed before Mackey had even fully stepped into the watch room, he’d confirmed something Mackey had hoped he would, suspected he would: that he was decent. That he could be trusted.

Looking through the old bedroom wasn’t going to offend anyone. This place had no ghosts. When his granddad had died, Mackey had donated nearly everything but the furniture and pictures. Joe Mackey had done the same when his wife died. He’d been a pragmatic man. Mackey tried to be the same.

He supposed he shouldn’t have tested Trick, and he wondered if the guy realized he had, a little. He glanced over his shoulder, and Trick’s eyes flashed up to meet his. A wink, a grin, a sip of coffee.

If Trick knew he’d been tested, he’d done his own forgiving.

For now.

Mackey filled a fork with the concoction of eggs, cheese, and chilis he had going and crossed to Trick.

Setting his coffee down, Trick grasped Mackey’s wrist lightly and led the fork to his mouth. His lips closed over it, and then his eyes fell shut. He chewed for a couple of seconds, his thumb rubbing over Mackey’s pulse. Then he let go and signed something. Mackey caught you and me.

“What was the second sign?”

“Pamper. Spoil. You’re spoiling me.”

Pleasure warmed his chest that he was capable of such a thing. That Trick said so and didn’t seem to mind. ((It’s ready. More coffee?))

Trick rose to warm their cups while he filled plates. Eggs, bacon, sausage, roasted potatoes sizzling from the oven, and they tucked in with enthusiasm.

Sometime later, Trick stared at his empty plate. “I get it now. You’re trying to incapacitate me.”

“What’s the sign for incapacitate?” When Trick made it, he nodded. “Good to know.”

“Shit,” Trick hissed. “See? I don’t think straight here. I’m gonna end up locked in this tower, crying for help.”

“If I do it right.” He took a last bite of eggs. They were pretty fucking good, if he said so himself.

Trick smirked. “That’s hot, you know.”

“What is?”

“When you’re feeling confident. You get this look, like, That’s right, motherfuckers.”

“Seems arrogant.”

Trick shook his head. “If I said it, maybe. But not on you. Not sure why.” He took another bite. “Fuck. You cook a lot?”

“Not since Granddad.”

((When?))

((Five years.)) It had been the only time he’d taken leave from work, those days afterward filled with arrangements.

Trick set down his fork. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to ruin breakfast.”

“You didn’t. It’s just tied up with another bad memory.”

“What? I mean, if you want…”

Mackey sat back, took a drink of coffee. The hot bitter bite of it cleared his head a bit.

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