Snowbirds: A Reclaimed Hearts Novella by Elle Keaton

Author:Elle Keaton [Keaton, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dirty Dog Press LLC
Published: 2024-12-26T00:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

Chris

Chris’s eyes popped open. Slowly, the speckled popcorn ceiling of Frank-the-Neighbor’s bedroom came into focus, and for a millisecond, he wondered if the night before had been a wild dream. First, the surprise that was Ivan Morrison, and then later, a house of horrors.

No, the contents of the house had not been a dream. He could still smell them. The odd scent lingered uninvited, making him want to take another shower.

And then there was Ivan.

Maybe his mom had slipped some love potion into their drinks. But no, even if Chris believed a potion might work—which he did not—his parents would never do something like that.

Therefore, last night had really happened. He and Ivan Morrison had made out and slept in the same bed. The soft shuffle and shift of the warm body turning over and pressing up next to him in the bed reinforced his conclusion. He and Ivan had “slept together.” Been intimate.

It had been a lack of supplies that slowed them down—which Chris was thankful for this morning. He wasn’t afraid to admit he wanted Ivan in the most carnal of ways, but he wanted to be sober.

Swiping his hand down his face, Chris blinked himself awake. The familiar morning stubble on his cheeks scraped against his palm and helped him to think, to focus.

Ivan Morrison had happened.

He ran through a mental checklist: Panic, no. Regret, no. Slept? Yes.

Maybe it hadn’t been a terrible idea to give in to their mutual attraction, but they were going to have to sort out the boss-employee issue.

Almost-sex had been followed by the sound of gunshots, the discovery of an open front door, and a freakish collection of something. But they’d found no body and no evidence of foul play. After they’d not exactly broken into the neighbor’s, Ivan had insisted on cruising around again once they’d left the house. They hadn’t found anything. Not a motor-trike in sight.

Another thought struck him. Would Ivan worry that it had been the drinks that Susie had handed out like Halloween candy which had led to Chris giving in to their chemistry? Hopefully not. The reality was, they’d been orbiting each other for a while now. Ever since Morrison had, quite literally, exploded into Chris’s universe. And, recognizing temptation for what it was, Chris had immediately slammed all his mental and emotional doors against Ivan.

Besides, they’d worked together.

Chris would be the first to admit he’d done everything possible to not see Ivan, even going so far as to convince himself he was in love with Dante Castone. Chris did believe he and Dante could’ve been good together—if they both weren’t so damned stubborn, and if Andre hadn’t gotten there first.

It had been too easy for Chris to imagine that he and the ex-undercover agent had a connection that was more than friendship. Which in turn had made it easy to avoid any real relationships because Dante was rarely around and Chris was his boss. It made everything so much easier.

Ivan was not easy. He was not simple and malleable.

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