Road Trip, Volume 2 by BA Tortuga

Author:BA Tortuga [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-02-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Six

NO.

No.

He wasn’t going to go to the West Coast.

He hated California.

He couldn’t breathe there.

Duncan paced, nervous energy weighing on his shoulders.

No.

No.

Not that he could breathe on the boat. There were crazy people and having-sex people and…. And there was Cowboy, right there, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

“Hey.” He tried to relax, to get his shit together.

He could do this.

He could.

See him get his shit together.

“Hey, honey.” Colby squeezed, making his muscles tense, then ease. “How’s it going?”

“Better now. I was a little freaked-out.” Did people still say “freaked-out”?

“I noticed.” They were alone now, in the bedroom below, and Colby was warm, leaning against him.

He let his eyes close, let himself relax a bit more.

“Mmm. Better. You know, I have to say, I’ve never seen Jay-Jay quite so… open.”

“He’s… different.” Which was a really nice way of saying psycho.

“Aren’t we all? So why don’t you tell me why you hate California?”

“I….” His brain went all static, the sound of bees in his ears.

“Come on. Tell me.” He could barely hear Colby through the roaring.

“Stop it.” He shook his head, trying to shake the static out.

“No. You need to tell me, Doc. Otherwise, I’m going into this thing blind. I need to know.” Colby was relentless.

“I can’t go back there. They’re waiting. J23.” He blinked. What the hell did that mean?

“J23.” Colby moved around to stand in front of him, hands on his shoulders. “Who’s waiting?”

“The….” The soldiers. The doctors. The doctors. Wait. Wait. That didn’t make sense. “Stop it.”

“I can’t.” Those serious gray eyes bored into his, almost hypnotic. “I have to know, Duncan. I have to.”

“I can’t remember. They’re just dreams. They aren’t even looking for me. They’re looking for him.”

J23.

That was who they wanted.

Him.

“Baby, please.” Pushing him down on a bench, Colby stepped between his legs, stroking his cheeks. “Tell me. Who are they?”

“Doctors. Soldiers. Both. Doctors with guns. I keep dreaming about them. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Oh man.” Moving in close, Colby straddled his legs, much like MJ had done to the big redneck a few moments ago. “Okay. It’s okay.”

“There’s a… hospital with no windows. Doctors with guns. Smoke. They keep asking for someone else, calling me someone else. It’s ridiculous.” Yes. Ridiculous. That was a much better answer.

“I bet it is. You know what, though? We’re not going to California.” Colby kissed the corner of his mouth.

“No?” That horrible, tearing tension disappeared with an almost audible pop. “Good.”

“Well, at least not your part of California.”

“What?”

Colby made his head swim.

“Well, I wasn’t completely truthful. We do have to go to San Diego. Ish.” Colby grinned, the look as winning and fake as could be.

“Ish.” He wasn’t going. There was no way. He hated California. Hated it. His shoulders rolled, pressure growing behind them.

“We have to get MJ’s momma, honey. Then we can scoot, get as far away from California as possible.” So very earnest.

He nodded, but he couldn’t stop the rushing of the blood in his ears.

“Doc? You okay with this?” That look told him that Colby knew he wasn’t, but needed him to say he was.

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