Contract Season by Cait Nary

Contract Season by Cait Nary

Author:Cait Nary
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2022-07-18T18:55:34+00:00


Chapter Eighteen

Sea texted Lila-Rose headed home, you’re ok right? from the back of a car, focusing on his phone screen and her reply of Yeah fine, Brody’s friend is fun and not the one that came a few seconds later and read make good choices!! Be safe!!

Yeah. Sure. Fine.

Making fucking fantastic choices over here.

Sea was absolutely not going to cry in the back of this goddamned Lyft.

Brody probably hadn’t meant anything by it. He’d said a thousand times—well, like three—that Sea should have stopped things if he’d wanted to, last time.

He’d wanted to stop things.

He also hadn’t.

He’d just wanted everything to be different. To be as smooth, as confident, as self-assured as Brody expected him to be. To not be all up in his head. To know what to do.

Sea didn’t know why this was hitting him as hard as it was. Why it felt so fucking overwhelming. Other than the fact that everything in his body, in his brain, had gone still and quiet when Brody kissed him; that he’d thought, oh, yes, finally, like it was inevitable that they’d be kissing in front of a lobster claw at 2 am on a Thursday.

Inevitable. Sure. Okay.

Sea thumbed open Instagram because it was better than thinking.

The fucking algorithm decided to show him a picture of Brody and his cute fucking cat all snuggled up on the couch. She had one little paw braced against his bearded cheek, and her jack-o’-lantern eyes were half-lidded. They looked warm and comfortable. Sea could almost feel the vibration of her purr.

Maybe Sea needed to get a pet. That would solve all his problems: something soft and uncomplicated to love.

Yeah fucking right. He could barely manage himself right now, let alone an animal.

Of course Brody would be a fantastic cat dad. He probably had, like, an enrichment schedule for Kiwi. He’d probably taught her to do tricks.

Sea could barely get his parents’ beagles to sit.

“We’re not doing this,” he told himself, meaning we’re not getting all drunk and sad and fucked up and weird.

“Sorry?” the driver said, meaning Sea had already failed at not being weird.

“Nothing, sorry.” He kept his mouth shut until they pulled up in front of the house. The windows next door were still dark, and Sea had once again forgotten to leave the porch light on for himself. He kicked off his boots by the front door, debated pouring himself another drink but thought about what responsible sober cat dads would do, and chugged a glass of water instead.

See? He could do this.

He wasn’t sure exactly what this was.

Which meant it was time to go the fuck to bed. He was tired, and stuck in his head, and less drunk than he’d been before.

Maybe he’d overreacted.

It wasn’t as if he’d ever told Brody about his whole—deal.

So Brody could think he was an inexperienced loser, instead of just a basket case. Yeah. Sure. Great outcome.

Sea was also aware, with a creeping certainty that twisted around his brain like one of Gloucester County’s



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