Sagittarius Saves Libra (Signs of Love Book 6) by Anyta Sunday

Author:Anyta Sunday [Sunday, Anyta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

He woke draped over blankets and Owen, an urgent morning predicament rubbing along a thick arm. Ah, not an arm.

Thank God Owen was still sleeping, boneless, slack-jawed, chest rising and falling steadily under Jason’s.

Swallowing a hiss, he delicately uncrossed their swords, and extracted himself to the bathroom with his phone. He showered but couldn’t bring himself to . . . not here, with Owen’s parents next door. He let cold water rush over him until he was shivering and tried not to flash back to last night as he towelled off and redressed.

Then he collapsed onto the fluffy toilet seat and made his call.

“I’m what?” Carl said, hyperventilating down the line. “Owen Stirling? Of all the guys in Tasmania?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“No one will believe you! Can you pull this off? Me and Owen? Do you know how many tickets he’s given me?”

“He could give you a sight more and I’d still think the world of him.”

Carl made a choking sound. “Are you . . . is this . . .”

“Look, he knows the truth. He’s able to help me out when I start to go off-script. This is good for both of us.”

“Good for . . .” Carl breathed out deeply, and spoke with more calm. “I hope they don’t reckon you’re pulling a prank.”

“They don’t so far.” Right? They didn’t. All the parents had been genuinely eager to see him and wholly supportive.

Or were they acting?

He pushed those worries aside. “How’re things for you in Wellington? Anything I need to know about? Post?”

Carl got unusually quiet.

“Carl?”

“Oh, look at the time. I’ve gotta go. Later.”

Jason frowned at his phone and jumped at a knock on the door. “Anyone in there?”

Owen’s mum.

Quickly, Jason freed the space and followed directions to get the kettle on in the kitchen.

The china cabinet baited him in a shaft of morning light. But attempting to sneak a peek at those photos had gotten him in a lot of trouble last night, and he didn’t fancy things getting more out of control this morning . . .

Steam billowed out of a screaming kettle.

What if he opened the drawer an inch? If he got a glimpse, hooray, if not, it wasn’t meant to be?

He stole toward the cabinet.

“Morning, Carl.”

Jason swung around, guilt a living thing climbing up his neck. Nathan, dressed, cap on, Mary at his side.

“I was just making tea?”

Mary whined, which was rather lenient.

Laughter. “I like you, boy. You’re a nice energy. A little mischievous, which I can get behind. Tea bags are in that cupboard, though.”

Jason turned around, found the Earl Grey, and made tea. They took their mugs out to the sunroom and settled into wicker chairs. In a corner, a cello and a violin rested in their cases, next to creased sheet music on a well-used stand. “Who plays?”

“Me and my daughter. A shared hobby, though lately . . .”

A third figure came into the room, fresh-faced, dark hair streaming around her shoulders. Jason jerked stiffly upright. When would he stop acting

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