Sonata by Henley A.F

Author:Henley, A.F. [Henley, A.F.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Contemporary, M/M romance
Publisher: Less Than Three Press
Published: 2013-07-16T05:00:00+00:00

Rubato

Ian didn't lift his head from his desk but still managed to sneak a quick check of the clock on his monitor through peripheral alone. Eleven. Which meant if Jordan had got Cole out of bed by eight-thirty, to be at the school for nine, and say they had to wait to see someone … well, then there would be explanations and reasoning as to why Cole had no scholastic history so far … but still, even so, surely Ian should have heard something by now?

For the hundredth time that morning, Ian admonished himself for not insisting that Jordan bring him along. Regardless of how many times Jordan said they'd handle it alone. What if Jordan got in trouble? What if, at that very moment, a stern woman from the school board, in a navy skirt suit with sensible walking shoes, was clacking down the hallway of the school, clipboard in hand, lips pursed and spine stiff, to the room where Jordan and Cole waited hopefully, and what if, when she steps through the door, she yells, "Secure that child!" and two burly men from behind her rush Cole and pick him up as Cole begins to shriek while she eyes Jordan, cowering and terrified, and tells him, "You disgust me …"

Ian sighed and eyed the empty mug on his desk. He really needed to cut back on the coffee. Or stop reading so much fiction. Maybe both.

It was times like these when he despised the fact that Jordan didn't have a phone. "I should buy him one," Ian told his empty office. "A phone and a piano." He ignored the tug at his heart that said he should just force Jordan and Cole to move in with him. Even he knew, as painfully practiced in the fine art of falling dangerously head-over-heels as he was, that a month was not enough time to get to know someone. Nor was it enough time to decide he could be a daddy, even part-time.

He stared down at the income statement he was reviewing and pushed it away. Then he turned his gaze to the telephone on his desk and willed it to ring.

It didn't.

Forty minutes later however, when he'd finally retrained his thoughts back on to work, it did. And it made him jump in his seat like he'd been stung in the ass. He grabbed the handset so quickly he knocked his paperclip holder and his pen into the far reaches of the office. "Ian James."

"Meet me for lunch," Aubrey said.

Disappointment darkened his tone, "I'd love to but I can't—"

"That wasn't a request, love," Aubrey continued. "It's important."

"Not as important as what I have planned," Ian told her firmly. "I have to run over to Jordan's and see about—"

"It can wait," she insisted. "It has to."

"It really can't …"

The annoyance in her voice intensified. "Trust me, Ian. It can wait. This won't. You don't have a choice in this."

Ian sighed. As good a friend as Aubrey was, nothing in her life could possibly take precedence over his need to know what was happening with Jordan and Cole.

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