“So, like normal,” Robert said, misreading his silence. “No talking about the secrets of the United States Air Force, huh? How about talking about that dream you had?”
Landon rolled his eyes to disguise his embarrassment. Two nights ago, in a particularly loving phone call, Landon had confessed to Robert about the dream he’d had with the little boy who called him Papa. They had talked at length about every second of the dream. What the boy looked like, whether there were other children in the dream, what kind of remote-controlled plane had he used—just every minor detail until Landon had nothing left to describe but scenery. Robert became silent and reflective, insisting Landon had described the pond at his great-grandfather’s northern Minnesota home. Landon finally had to concede that, if he had dreamed about a home he’d never been to or seen, then the dream could in fact be a premonition. That had been all Robert needed in order to run away with the idea.
“I’m struggling with a formula,” Landon said teasingly as a diversionary tactic. “Maybe you could help…”
“Hold up. I also decided the playroom needed to be an actual playroom again. So, I’m thinking about going up with the restaurant. We own this building, so adding a second story isn’t out of the question.”
“What? Robert, that’s way outside the plans.” Building a second story would take months at the very least to accomplish.
“I don’t care. You’re free in two years. We can start the second phase of the remodel after the grand opening and go slower to not inconvenience the customers. It’ll be great. We’ll have storage and additional tables, maybe large enough to be a meeting place.” Robert took a breath, staring off as he relayed his vision. “Maybe a small dance floor can be added up there. We’ll see, but we need a place for our children. I grew up inside this building, and with you working here alongside with me—”
“We never talked about me working there,” Landon interrupted, and Robert’s eyes focused back on him.
“Of course, we have. You’re handling the front end and the accounting. You have excellent organizational and leadership skills, and I know you’re brilliant, so the accounting thing is a no-brainer.”
Landon shook his head. Unless that conversation had been while Landon slept—which happened a lot with his mister—he was certain he’d never heard these details.
“What’s that look you’re giving me? You don’t want to work here? We worked well together in the taco stand. Are you planning something else?”
“No, I’m not. We just didn’t talk about it. I’m not sure I’d be a good front man. It seems like it’s gonna be an awfully fancy place. I’m good at the heavy lifting,” Landon said, thinking about all the pictures he’d ever seen of Kane Adams. He was a well-put-together man who wore suits fitted to his body. Even in the snapshots, Kane Adams had a refined grace Landon knew he could never pull off.
“You’re a better fit than you think.” The old office chair squeaked as Robert took a seat. A chair Robert swore had been in this room since before he’d been born. “We’ll go over things to get you ready, but you’ll do fine. We’ll make a great team.”
“You sound so certain,” Landon said, looking at the time. This evening, they had already been on the phone for over an hour. Then tonight, after dinner, they would talk until Landon fell asleep. Dinner would be in his room with his study materials at hand. He had to get some study time in before Robert arrived tomorrow to spend the weekend. “I gotta go. I need to study. I love you. The place looks great. You should be proud.”
“I love you too. I’ll talk to you tonight,” Robert said. They stared at one another. This lovesick thing had to end at some point, right? Landon still stalled before forcing himself to lift a hand to wave then end the call. He put the phone down next to the giant textbook. Looking at the time, he cracked the book open and logged into his laptop. He had a lot to learn in a short amount of time.
“I’m pretty sure I exited the plane less than thirty minutes ago.” Robert did the quick math in his fuzzy brain and decided it may have been closer to forty minutes, but not much longer. “Since then, I’ve had my first orgasm, and you’re halfway through the veggie lasagna. I think it’s a record for us.”
Robert lay sprawled diagonally across the mattress in the bedroom so he could watch Landon eat in the small dining area off the kitchen of the hotel’s mini suite. He had his head resting on his hand and his slacks still pushed underneath his ass. He vaguely remembered having them shoved down in their rush to get Landon’s mouth on him then stayed that way through the best fast-fuck of his life. His husband had acted like a depraved caveman, just barely coming short of knocking him over the head and dragging him through the door by his hair. That would have probably been the case had he not had the two suitcases and his laptop case.