The Captain and the Prime Minister (Captivating Captains Book 6) by Catherine Curzon & Eleanor Harkstead

Author:Catherine Curzon & Eleanor Harkstead [Curzon, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LGBT Romance Fiction
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Published: 2020-03-02T16:00:00+00:00

Make it oscars since we both know it and smoothies are the dogs ,,, i wont order without u x second date in as many days u must be sweet on me xxx

Tom felt a jab of guilt. Why hadn’t he waited for Stuart the other day? And what the heck was he going to do if Stuart thought this was a date? No, he couldn’t say anything by text—he’d have to tell him face to face. He’d met someone else.

OK Oscars it is! Ten minutes? Tom

Then he signaled to the CPO and the car pulled up, nearly at Whitehall. Tom climbed out of the car and turned up his collar. He was just another man on the street. Almost.

Tom had just reached Oscar’s when he heard his name from along the road and there, jogging toward him, was Stuart. He was underdressed even for spring in Lycra jogging leggings and a vest that left little to the imagination. Quite the Muscle Mary these days.

And people had noticed, one or two passersby throwing him an admiring double take as he put his arm around Tom and said, “Hey, T-bone.”

They went in and found a table. Tom ordered his coffee and Stuart looked excited by his smoothie as Tom felt his gaze pulled in the direction of the cakes. He tried to focus on what Stuart was saying, but the endless parade of anonymous celebrities who Stuart was bending into eye-watering positions was hard to follow and difficult to get too thrilled about.

“I know you want to ask the names.” Stuart laughed as he came to the end of another anecdote. “But you can’t twist my arm, so don’t try.”

“I probably won’t know who they are,” Tom replied. “Anything on the telly called Celebrity This or Celebrity That is full of people I don’t recognize. Unless it’s Mr. Tumble or Peppa Pig, I don’t have a clue!”

“You know, if I wasn’t a man of honor,” he said in a low voice, “I could have a different dick every night. But I’m about the art of yoga now, I’m done with all that.”

Tom raised an eyebrow, pantomiming a scandalized maiden aunt. “Sounds like Barcelona was fun, then.”

Stuart shrugged. “More fun than breastfeeding the prime minister’s kids, mate.”

Tom paused, his mug halfway to his mouth. An image came to him of one of the infant twins lying in the crook of Tom’s arm, gazing up at him as they suckled on a bottle because their mother was too ill to breastfeed.

“Oh, mate.” Tom put down his cup. “At least I don’t have to wear Lycra.”

“Who’d believe you and me were ever soldiers, eh? Just look at us now!” He took a long suck at the straw, propelling the pond-like smoothie toward his lips. “But at least I kept up the training.”

“You’re very…ripped.” It wasn’t as if Tom could miss it. “But I love being a nanny. You’d be surprised how much of our training comes in handy! Heavy-lifting, strategy, cleaning up other people’s mess…”

“But if your boss gets another bird, what then? Me, I’m building an empire.

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