I'd hoped we wouldn't drift apart after I moved away after college, which was why I'd made it a necessity to have a weekly catch-up call on Saturdays.
Having him visit so soon helped to ease that worry.
I'd just hung up when Cary strolled in, looking every bit like the model he was."Still plotting?" he asked.
I stood.
"All done.
That was my dad.
He's coming out to New York next week."
"Really? Rock on.
Victor's cool."
We both moved into the kitchen, and he grabbed two beers out of the refrigerator.
I'd noticed earlier that a number of items and products I used at home had been stocked in the suite.
I wondered if Gideon was just that observant or if he'd found the information another way - like from looking at my receipts.
I couldn't put it past him.
Recognizing the boundaries between us was very difficult for him, as evidenced by his siccing his guards on me.
"When's the last time your parents were in the same state together?" Cary asked, prying the caps off the bottles with a bottle opener.
"Let alone the same city."
Ah, God .
"I'm not sure.
Before I was born?" I took a long pull on the beer he handed me.
"I'm not planning on putting them together."
"Here's to best-laid plans."
He clinked the necks of our beers together.
"Speaking of which, I was considering a quick bang with a chick I met at the pool, but I came up here instead.
Figured you and I'd both go without today and just spend the time together."
"I'm honored," I said dryly.
"I was going to come back down."
"Too hot out.
That sun is brutal."
"Same sun we have in New York, isn't it?" "Smart-ass."
His green eyes sparkled.