Impractical Magic by M.J. O'Shea

Author:M.J. O'Shea
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

ANOTHER FIRST for Fen: the ever-so-meaningful romantic weekend getaway. For real. He tried to think of a time when he’d even been tempted to do anything even remotely like it, but nothing had ever come close. He brought a girl once to a family reunion—then the next year he brought Ben. Thinking back, that might have been a bit confusing for some of his family. But he’d never done anything so unabashedly romantic and spur of the moment, and he hadn’t even flinched at the thought of it. He’d been looking forward to the weekend ever since Kevin brought it up. Vineyard tour, biking, dinner, and walking around in tiny little downtown Napa, plus a room in a pretty bed-and-breakfast. It was ridiculously romantic and even a little girly if you asked him, but it was still somehow exactly perfect.

They took Kevin’s Jeep and tossed their bikes in the back. It wasn’t as hot as it had been earlier in the summer. The winds had picked up and a few days of rain had cooled down the earth. It was a relief in so many ways. Especially for Kevin. If the brush fires had continued, he wouldn’t have been able to leave. Fen’d had quite a few sleepless nights while Kevin was out battling them down.

Still, as they drove south along the freeway, there were big black sores of burnt earth that reminded Fen of the long week and a half that Kevin, and he, had both had. Fen was nearly to the point of joining the volunteer force just so he’d know where the hell Kevin was and how dangerous the situation had grown. If the rain hadn’t finally come, falling just long enough to turn the runaway fires into smoldering, smoking messes, he’d probably be out there with him right that moment.

Kevin reached across his center console and threaded his fingers with Fen. “Are you going to get a massage? I hear there’s an awesome spa a few blocks from our hotel.”

Fen snorted louder than he’d meant to.

“What?” Kevin looked a bit hurt.

“I just heard ‘massage’ and ‘spa’ come out of the mouth of a twenty-three-year-old firefighter. Are you going to suggest manis and pedis next?”

“Such stereotyping. Jeesh.” Kevin rolled his eyes. “I like nice things, you know.”

“Like beer and PlayStation.”

“Thai food, green tea, and massages. Especially if the therapist is hot.”

Yeah. Jealous. That was quick. Fen mentally chastised himself for being a moron. It’s not like he didn’t check out a hot guy or girl every once in a while. He’d done it back when he had girlfriends. Difference is, he wouldn’t want to touch them now. He didn’t want to touch anyone but Kevin. It was starting to scare him.

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