Day stared at the title line for a while before deciding on Daytime Fun with Daddy. If that didn’t get his stalker good and pissed then Jackson’s theory was wrong and Jay’s murder had nothing to do with Day. He really hoped it had nothing to do with him. Day didn’t think he could handle being responsible for the deaths of two people. He hadn’t loved Jay. Hell, he’d hardly known him, but he’d always been good to Day, sending him money, presents, and checking in on him. Day had never found him particularly attractive, but the attention had felt nice.
He startled when his phone rang. He frowned at an LA number he didn’t recognize. “Hello?”
“Day? It’s Wyatt. How’s prison life at the palace treating you?”
Day’s shoulders sagged. “I’m so bored. There’s only so much television a person can watch, you know?” Day lied.
“Well, you’re either driving Jackson up a wall or he’s desperate to make you happy because he called to see if Charlie and I wanted to come over and keep you company for a bit.”
“He did?”
“Yeah. Who knew we were both still young enough for our Daddies to arrange playdates?”
‘W-What?” Day stuttered, his heart rate tripling.
“Sorry, bad joke. Do you want to hang out with us for a while?”
Day forced himself to relax. “How fast can you get here?”
Wyatt gave a laugh that made Day think of floating. “We’re already on our way.”
“So, what do you do here all day…Day?” Charlie asked, her long nails scratching over his scalp, like he was her new favorite pet. Day imagined being Charlie’s favorite pet would be a step up from his current life. The gorgeous brunette smelled like suntan lotion and dressed like a pop star, but she had flopped on his bed like they’d been friends forever and then had patted the spot beside her like they’d known each other all their lives. That’s how he’d ended up with his head in her lap. Day was a little fuzzy on how Wyatt’s head had ended up resting on his thigh, but it felt nice, like having actual friends.
Day’s hand played through Wyatt’s golden curls, finding the act of touching the other pretty boy as soothing as Charlie’s thorough petting. “Nothing much. We watch television. Jackson cooks. Oh, I met his sister and his nieces and nephew yesterday.”
Day’s sentence was the literal embodiment of a record scratch. All motion ceased. “What? What’d I say?”
“You met Jackson’s family? Like, his actual flesh and blood family?” Charlie asked.
Day tipped his head up to look at Charlie. “I mean, I didn’t get a DNA test, but that’s how he introduced them.”
“What’s his sister like? Is she tall? Is she hot? Does she look like she could bench press a Buick?” Charlie questioned, her voice both excited and yet somehow conspiratorial, like Day was dishing some juicy gossip.
“She seemed nice. I’m not sure she liked me much. She was really pretty. Kind of tiny. Good fashion sense. She definitely was surprised to see me there, so I’m guessing he didn’t tell her about me…I mean, me being a client. She thought I was his boyfriend.”
“Oh?” Charlie asked. It was one of those ohs that smacked of fake disinterest.
It made Day laugh. “Yeah, oh.”
“In her defense, Elite does have a bit of a history of bodyguards marrying their clients.”
This time, Day was the one who stopped the petting. “They do?”
“Yeah,” Charlie confirmed. “Wyatt down there started the trend by marrying Linc.”
“Guilty,” Wyatt said, sounding dreamy. “I’m most definitely not sorry.”
Charlie laughed. “Then Elijah Dunne married his bodyguard, Shep, and moved out of LA. Though I can’t imagine why anybody would want to live anywhere but here to be honest.”
“I guess I sort of remember hearing about that. Then his ex-boyfriend ended up in the headlines because he was all heartbroken or something?” Day asked.
“Yeah, until he met Calder, who wanted to do a lot more than guard his body. They now live in the middle of nowhere with a mess of foster kids and rescue animals. Robby became a preacher. Nobody saw that coming. They’re happy, though.”
“Weird,” Day managed, trying not to let jealousy coat his tongue.
Wyatt shifted, shrugging. “Not when you grew up in a cult.”
“What?” Day managed.
“Nothing. So, anyway. What do you think of Jackson, really? You said you thought he was hot when we talked the other day. Still think so?”
Day froze. Was this some kind of set-up? “I’m not blind. He’s gorgeous. But we’re never going to happen.” When neither