Between the Lines by Sally Malcolm

Author:Sally Malcolm
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2018-10-03T19:12:09+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

In Luca’s experience, all marriages ended in hurt—and not only for the unhappy couple. Everyone within spitting distance got their share of pain. So the idea of spending an evening watching two deluded guys skip down the aisle together should have been about as appealing as watching lemmings throw themselves off a cliff.

And yet, for some reason, Luca found himself looking forward to Finn Callaghan’s wedding. Maybe it was the general buzz in town, rising like a wave the closer they came to the big day—even the Majestic was full for one night, guests spilling over from Hanworth Hall. Or maybe it was because there was something cool about everyone getting behind a same-sex wedding.

Or maybe it was something else entirely...

Whatever the reason, Luca found his palms tingling in anticipation as he stopped outside Theo’s room, ready to help him dress. Blowing out a nervous breath, he tugged down the jacket of his rented tux, pasted on a breezy smile, and knocked. His smile lasted until Theo opened the door, standing there with his dress shirt half undone, loose at the cuffs, albeit neatly tucked into a pair of beautifully cut dress pants. Black hair glossy and sleek, he looked as groomed as the first day they met, and he stared at Luca with wide astonished eyes. “Bloody hell.”

Luca glanced down at himself in alarm. “What?” This hadn’t even been the cheapest tux he could find.

“You...” Theo cleared his throat. “You, uh—you scrub up pretty well, Moretti.”

Embarrassingly, Luca felt his cheeks heat with pleasure. “Oh,” he said. “Well, right back atcha, Wishart.”

Their eyes met, Theo’s flickering gaze uncertain as a butterfly. Neither spoke, neither moved, the moment rich with potential, hovering on the brink of something unspoken, and Luca thought, I should kiss him. I should kiss him like I mean it.

But before he could do anything stupid, Theo gave an unsteady laugh and looked away. “These sodding shirt studs are the work of the devil,” he said, turning from the door and leaving it open for Luca to follow. “Thank God you’re here.”

It took him a moment to recover. Kiss him like I mean it? Where the fuck had that come from? This wedding was messing with his head, that was for sure. Something was messing with his head, anyway. He’d have to be careful tonight.

Shaking off that weird, dangerous impulse, he followed Theo inside. It was the first time he’d been in the room since the awkward morning he’d dumped Theo’s luggage at the foot of his bed, and Theo had left his mark. Frankly, it looked like a tornado had blown through. Clothes lay scattered all over the floor and desk chair, several damp towels slumped in a heap by the bathroom door, and a messy pile of papers spilled across the rumpled bed. Atop which lay a pristine black tuxedo jacket.

“Uh, it’s a bit of a mess,” Theo said, kicking a t-shirt under the bed as if he’d only just noticed the chaos. “Sorry.”

Still shaken, Luca forced a little humor into his voice.

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