Starting From Somewhere by Lane Hayes

Author:Lane Hayes [Hayes, Lane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Gay / Lesbian / LGBT
Goodreads: 55816373
Publisher: Lane Hayes
Published: 2020-11-19T23:00:00+00:00

4

Cody

Bobby J’s West Hollywood home was a gorgeous mid-century modern bungalow with high ceilings and an open floor plan. I noted the light hardwood flooring, generous windows, and whimsical chandelier over the small dining table as I followed him into the great room. The space was sophisticated yet comfortable. And though I was no expert, it looked expensive.

“Do you live alone?” I asked, peering through the sliding glass door at the rectangular swimming pool.

The crystal-blue water glistened invitingly under the early evening sun. The yard was small but well-kept with tall, neatly trimmed hedges lining the perimeter and plenty of room for a barbecue, a dining set, and a couple of chaise lounges.

“Yep. Want something to eat before you nude up and jump in the pool?” Bobby J waggled his heavy brow mischievously as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out sandwich meats, cheese, and Dijon.

“No, thank you. I returned to my senses on the drive here.”

“Well, that’s no fun. Water, wine, or tequila?”

“Water, please.”

He slid a water bottle across the sleek marble island. “There you go. Take a seat and watch the master at work. I’m making sandwiches.”

“I should go,” I protested weakly as I uncapped the bottle.

“Cool it. I know you’re hungry, and I know you wouldn’t have come inside if you had a change of heart. Besides, you look like you have a million questions too. The quieter you got on the way here, the more I could hear your brain buzzing.”

I sank into the barstool with a sigh. “You’re right. I think too much. My brain doesn’t work right when you stand too close, so I’ll make my inquiries from the safety of this side of the island.”

Bobby J snorted. “Ham, turkey, both? And what kind of cheese do you like? I have cheddar, swiss, and provolone.”

“Turkey with swiss, please, and an even spread of Dijon. Not too much, not too little.”

“Yes, sir.” He winked before washing his hands and getting to work.

I compiled my inner list of questions as I sipped my water. “How long have you lived here?”

“Almost two years. I asked the real estate agent to find me a private, newly renovated place with a modern vibe…and a pool. And no, I don’t have a roommate, ’cause I don’t need the cash or the headache. I like my own company. Hell, I’m fucking hysterical.” He made sure he had my attention, then put a slice of swiss cheese over his eyes. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah. Very funny,” I agreed in a flat tone, motioning toward the pool. “It’s lovely. Do you have…friends over often?”

Bobby J fixed me with an ear-to-ear grin. “My actual friends have been over a few times, but I never invite booty calls here…if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to take the chance of bringing the wrong guy or girl home.”

I spread a napkin over my lap and thanked him when he slid my sandwich to me on a plate. “Oh? Have you done that?”

“Yeah, and she stayed for a year.

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