His Mossy Boy by R. Cooper

Author:R. Cooper [Cooper, R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-885-0
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-09-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

IAN TOOK a lunch break he didn’t really need for the chance to get outside. Once he smelled the fresh, faintly salty air, he had to keep moving. It didn’t matter where, although he turned away from Old Main Street. On his next day off, he might visit the bay. He didn’t feel the call to the ocean that his mother did, but he still loved the waves crashing into the rocks off the point and the glimpses of sea creatures as they eyed the shore.

His mother might even be around. He hadn’t talked to her in a long time, over a year. Close to two, actually.

His throat tightened.

Loneliness was not something he let himself contemplate, but today Ian was tired, and it was hard not to want to walk into the sea until he found her.

But she’d never been great at comfort. His father would be better for that, slightly. He’d called, or tried to, after the earthquake, a brief, staticky message of concern in Ian’s voicemail. It had been good to hear his voice even if he hadn’t picked up when Ian had tried to call back. Eventually his dad would remember. If he realized the issues with the land were bigger than Ian’s concern over Zarrin and that news report, he’d probably make his way to Everlasting.

He would tell Ian what he already knew—Ian had to stop going to the coffee shop. But he might recognize Ian could no longer keep his distance from the dragons. The town was on the verge of a change, and even the animals knew it.

Crows hopped in front of Ian as he walked through the park. Their inquisitive eyes rarely left him. The temperature had unexpectedly dipped below freezing again last night, and the birds were unsettled.

Ian had stayed in, unable to sleep even if he’d had the time. His work schedule was currently shit, but yesterday he’d been grateful for it. Spending half a shift at the desk and the other half out at the trap kept him from thinking or doing very stupid things. He’d still worried the entire time that he’d been too harsh, that Martin would mess himself up even more. Martin wasn’t going to speak with him again. Ian had been convinced of that, right up until Schmitty had walked in with coffee and a croissant for him.

He didn’t like the look on Schmitty’s face when he talked about Martin. Not that Schmitty had mentioned Martin by name, but the croissant was a giveaway when he’d said, “The barista suggested I put milk in your coffee and that I give you this—on the house.”

Schmitty had paused there. If he was under the impression Ian was going ask for more information, he was wrong. He must have figured that out, because he’d shaken his head and left the food on the desk before walking off, calmly sipping his own drink. Ian was pathetically hungry for more information all the same. How Martin had looked. What he’d said.

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