Full Disclosure (Nice Guys 2)

Cody didn’t respond.

“If you come tomorrow, I’ll have someone pick you up. And please text me this time, let me know something. I have a hard time waiting to hear from you. It drives me crazy with all the wondering.” Did he really just say that? The silence that ensued let him know he had. Damn, that had sounded needy, but he didn’t know how to get out of it now. He could try for witty.

“It’ll probably be Friday before I can get there,” Cody spoke up.

“That’s fine, just let me know the details. I gotta go back inside. All that investigating needs an investigator you know.” Lame, not witty at all.

“You shouldn’t have spent that much money on me,” Cody mumbled softly.

“Let the money go. I hope to see you soon. Bye.” He disconnected the call and strolled back inside, much happier than when he’d left.

Chapter 23

“Little brother, are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Sheila asked. Cody realized at that moment he shouldn’t have told her his plans to go out of town. He just felt like someone should know he was leaving for a few days.

“I’m almost a foot taller than you, and it’s just a weekend away. No big deal,” he said, smiling. He hoped that reached his voice as he tried for nonchalant. He walked through the long-term parking garage at the airport, hoofing it inside as quickly as possible.

“Hmm….you’re taller, I’ll give you that. But I’m not sure about this just being a weekend away, Cody. It took forever for you to make those plans to go to Dallas and that’s three hours away. And getting you to talk to me is like pulling teeth. Why are guys like that?” she asked.

“I don’t know, sis.” He laughed at her randomness, she was always like that.

“You know the Turners are a fertile bunch, and when we fall, we fall hard. You gotta stay strong,” she advised.

“I’m gay. No chance of babies,” he laughed again, sidestepping a woman texting and not paying attention to where she was going.

“You know what I mean. Washington’s a long way from Texas,” she said a little more seriously.

“He doesn’t live there. He’s just working there right now. He lives like in Louisiana,” Cody answered.

“Still a long commute, and Louisiana’s more backwoods than even Texas. It’s not safe for you there,” she shot right back.

“Sis, you’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you? I’m just going up there…” He placed his mouth closer to his phone and slid his duffel over his shoulder as he checked the flight board in the terminal.

To fuck his brains out! He just couldn’t say the words to his sister, even as close as they were. Truthfully, Cody wanted this time with Mitch, just to be with him, however that might work out. Hell, he’d probably come home and never talk to the guy again, but at least he’d given this a try.

“You could easily find that here, if it’s sex you’re talking about. There’s a guy in my office I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” she said, breaking his train of thought. “He’s a cutie. I think he’s just your type too. He’s in our accounting department. Lots of stimulating conversation,” she laughed. She’d never been overly fond of the guys he’d dated. Regularly making fun of him and them.

“No, I’m good. I can’t even imagine what you think I think my type of guy really is,” he said, standing in line for his security check.

“I’ll snap a picture of him,” she said.

“No! I gotta go. I’m going through security,” he said. “Love you!”

“Cody, please be watchful and safe. I know you’re a big guy and can take care of yourself, but that’s a new place and…yeah. Promise me you’ll be safe,” Sheila said in all honesty. He knew she worried.

“I will, I promise. I gotta go.” He ended the call before she could say anything more. Cody held his driver’s license and boarding pass in one hand and had his duffel bag still slung over his left shoulder. He’d called Mitch earlier and left a voice message letting him know about the weather delay they were experiencing.

At this point, Cody refused to let his analytical or negative side keep him from boarding this flight. He’d almost let the weather delay be a sign from God that he shouldn’t go, but he fought that too. As he made his way through the security screening, he tucked his phone back in his front pocket and began walking toward his gate. The farther he got into this airport, the less chances he had to ditch this weekend.

Besides, he had to keep his perspective. All this weekend really meant was a fuck-fest with a super good-looking US Marshal, while spending most of the entire day alone. It really wasn’t much different than what he did here at home. Well, except he would be in Washington, DC, and his head was really weird about Mitch.

There was just something about him that kept driving Cody to do things completely out of character, like having phone sex and smokin’ hot webcam sex. When they’d had video sex, he’d come so hard his toes cramped up, and he swore they’d heard him all the way over on Sixth street when he came.

When he boarded, Cody tucked his bag in the overhead bin, refusing the help of the flight attendant right at his side. Mitch’s assistant had contacted him today on her own and let him know she’d done some wiggling and Cody had been upgraded to first class.

He had an aisle seat big enough to fit his large frame. He smiled and had just gotten comfortable when his phone vibrated. He leaned forward and pulled his phone from his pocket, then slid a finger across the screen, pulling up the text message.

Mitch had sent a selfie giving a thumbs up. His grin stretched from ear to ear, accentuating his handsomeness. The message was short and sweet.

“Good, I should be able to pick you up myself.”