Our Gravity_Suncoast Society by Tymber Dalton

Author:Tymber Dalton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2017-12-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

The next morning, Dustin sat in his office a little after nine and stared at his laptop screen without really seeing it.

He couldn’t…focus. It was partly due to the fact that he’d slept like utter shit last night.

Thank god he didn’t have any showings today, something he never thought he’d ever say.

He just…couldn’t focus.

Starting with the fact that sleeping alone felt alien now, felt…wrong.

Without Bryce sleeping next to him, cuddled with him, he hadn’t been able to get comfortable. Kept waking up and blindly reaching out into the void to find Bryce, just to remember he was alone in bed.

And why.

In the painfully bright light of day, he hated himself for not accepting Bryce’s request to spend the night with him. He’d texted Bryce good night last night, and remembered to text Bryce good morning, and had received a reply from him not long after both times, but…

Sigh.

Lara passed his office door, froze, backed up, and stared at him. “Dus?”

He wasn’t sure what reaction he gave her, but it made her step in and close the office door behind her, locking it, and hurrying over. Next thing he knew, he was crying and she was standing there next to his chair, holding him.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Kira…” He forced back a sob, trying to stay quiet, and finally managed to choke the story out.

The whole time Lara stood there holding him, pressing tissues into his hand, and it was almost worse because here was an obviously pregnant woman and it only served to remind him what was happening.

“What do I do?” he finally managed. “He said if I say no, he won’t do it. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what’s right.”

She stared down at him, his grief reflected back to him in her gaze. She ran a hand through his hair and didn’t answer, at first. Then she pulled her cell phone from her back pocket, thumbed through her contacts, and called someone.

“Hey, Tony, this is Lara Jarred, Brad’s wife, from our little…social group. … Yes, exactly. I have a very…delicate situation with a lifestyle friend of mine. You met him at the last munch. Can you please give me Seth Erikkson’s number? I thought I had it, but I don’t. … Well, it’s a similar situation to what Seth and Leah dealt—right. Okay, hold on.”

She grabbed a pen from his desk and jotted a number down on a sticky note. “Ready. … (941) 555-6879. Thanks. Can I tell him you gave me—okay, thanks. I appreciate it.”

She ended the call and then punched the number into her phone, apparently saving it as a contact. “You have any clients or appointments this afternoon? Closings? Showings?”

“No.”

She dialed the number and waited for an answer. Just when Dustin figured it would go to voice mail, he heard a man answer on the other end. “Hey, Seth? This is Lara Jarred…”

Ten minutes later, Dustin was once again alone in his office, and he had a late lunch date with Seth Erikkson at a sports bar not far from their building.

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