Burden (Love, Unexpected Book 2) by K.C. Wells

Burden (Love, Unexpected Book 2) by K.C. Wells

Author:K.C. Wells [Wells, K.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 9781644052310
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2019-04-22T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

RANDY COULDN’T stay in that room a moment longer. He pushed past Owen, opened the door, and got the hell out of that apartment.

“Wait!” Owen caught up with him. “Christ, you didn’t have to run.”

Randy came to a halt at the elevator. “Why? Did you want to stick around?” He was still shaking. Of all people, why did it have to be Jesse?

Owen scowled. “Of course not. God, what a mess.” He peered at Randy, his gaze narrowing. “What’s wrong?” he asked urgently.

Randy was trying his best to breathe, but the tightness around his chest made things difficult. “You’re kidding, right?” He glanced back to the apartment, as if he half expected Jesse to come running after them. Except, why would he? Jesse was getting paid to do a job, right?

“I’m not talking about the fact that both of us could lose our jobs over this and probably never find work again.” Owen took a deep breath. “And that’s not understating the case, as I’m sure you know. I’m talking about what happened when you glanced into that room. And don’t shit me, because you looked like you’d seen a ghost.” The elevator arrived, and they stepped inside. Owen pressed the button, then leaned against the steel wall. “Well?”

Randy shuddered out a long breath. “That guy in there? The entertainment? That was Jesse.”

Owen’s jaw dropped. “You are fucking kidding me. Your Jesse? The one you—”

The elevator came to a halt, and as soon as the doors opened, Randy was out of there, striding through the lobby and spilling out of the building onto Central Park West. He stared into the oncoming traffic, scanning for a taxi, his stomach churning.

Owen caught up with him. “Can we talk about this?”

Randy gaped at him. “What the fuck is there to talk about?” He spied a taxi and hailed it. When it pulled up beside them, Randy got in, then stared at Owen. “Are you getting in or what?”

Owen got in beside him and rattled off the address.

Randy sank back against the seat, his head still spinning. This is such a fucking mess.

Owen twisted in his seat to look at him, and Randy shook his head. “We’re not gonna talk about this. Not here. You got that?”

Owen said nothing, but nodded, then turned to stare through the window.

That left Randy with his thoughts, all racing through his head at breakneck speed.

Oh Christ. That was fucking close. The only saving grace about this whole sorry mess was that the guy they hired turned out to be Jesse. Because supposing it hadn’t been? Supposing some time later, Randy ended up arresting the guy in a sting? Hooker takes one look at me and it’s game over. At the least, he’d be outed at work. At worst? The hooker could’ve blackmailed him for fucking years, and all because of one lousy, goddamn party.

Never mind what Owen said about pushing boundaries and stepping out of comfort zones. Randy could admit to being curious, but he plainly wasn’t ready to address that yet.


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