Mending Fences [Cowboys of Snow Lake 3] by Susan Laine

Author:Susan Laine [Laine, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Erotica, Fiction
ISBN: 9781622415816
Google: HeuLMQEACAAJ
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Incorporated
Published: 2012-09-29T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

A couple of hours later, Clayton kept himself busy rinsing the dinner plates, glasses, and cutlery, and putting them carefully into the dishwasher. Doing that slowly on purpose, Clayton knew sooner or later he’d have to face Jesse. Shelly and Kyle had left soon after Shelly had told Clayton she’d try to be his friend and Kyle had promised both Clayton and Jesse he was done with the whole gaybashing scene. Clayton couldn’t be sure if either of the Weston siblings would keep their word, but it was irrelevant.

He had a whole other bone to pick at the moment, and this one couldn’t wait.

Sort of.

The dinner Clayton had painstakingly prepared for him and Jesse had gone down in total silence. Jesse hadn’t tried to converse, not even small talk, and Clayton hadn’t even been able to muster the power to look at the man. He was angry at Jesse’s meddling. He felt grateful for the exact same thing. His heart thumped with hope, but his soul still felt as tainted as his body did.

After all, Clayton was all better now, healed and ready to go. Jesse had told him he’d take care of him during the recuperation, and that was now over.

Simply, Clayton didn’t know where to belong. As a result, he was procrastinating, taking his time with every little detail in the kitchen. The dishwasher was soon filled to capacity and running happily. Clayton had cleaned every surface of the dining room, every kitchen counter, even scrubbed and polished the sinks. He’d cleaned out the refrigerator, he’d taken out the trash, he’d fluffed the sofa cushions and pillows, he’d swept the patio of leaves and sand, he’d checked and rechecked every window and door and lock in the house for nightfall.

In the end, he ran out of things to distract him from having to go to the bedroom where Jesse lay in waiting. Clayton knew the man wouldn’t be asleep. He never was before Clayton. Jesse always made sure that Clayton fell asleep first, right there in the warm, firm circumference of his arms, with the man’s scent and flavor flooding his senses until he dreamed of Jesse all night long without end.

Sighing, he looked down at his hands. They trembled more with every breath he took now that he didn’t have anything else he could do with them. He was out of chores and out of ideas.

He wanted to cut and run.

The fears and doubts he’d thought he’d been able to discard over the past fortnight had apparently only been buried beneath the detectable surface since now they came rushing right back in, as though they’d never left. And those instincts won.

Clayton hurried stealthily from the kitchen to the foyer and started to put his shoes on, searching for his denim jacket with his gaze. Each moment he spent in the horrible in-between of staying and leaving his panic increased until he couldn’t breathe.

White spots danced in his field of vision like fireworks, and an obscuring veil landed in front of him as he struggled to get air into his burning lungs.

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