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upper half trembled with the force. “Nope. It’s not just you.”
“Maybe he should get laid too,” Sommerset suggested.
Workin’ on that also, Oak silently answered.
* * * *
Wyatt had been through the gamut of emotions by the time Friday rolled around. Between the heady interest Oak had displayed Tuesday night in the apartment, to the next day hearing him talk about a woman he was trying to sleep with, to total avoidance of the kid where work wasn’t strictly addressed, Wyatt was strung as tightly as a guitar string.
Oak made him fucking crazy, he decided. The kid kept him guessing with his little games, and it had to stop. Wyatt simply couldn’t function this way—always wondering what the other man was up to and how it applied to him.
He felt like a teenage girl. Something a forty-five year old man with more sense should never feel, damnit.
He paced to the kitchen, opened the fridge and looked in as though it held all the answers. His gaze touched every item inside, his mind running too fast to actually take inventory of what he saw. He slammed it closed again and paced back to the living room. He stopped in the same place he’d stood Tuesday night when Oak had made a hail Mary play on him. An effective one, truth be told.
His cell rang. Oak’s phone number lit his screen.
“Shit,” he yelled at it. He accepted the call and lifted it to his ear. “This had better be good, Takala.”
“You sound a little tense, sir. Something I can do to help?” Oak’s low voice rumbled soothingly across the line. Or it would have been soothing, if it hadn’t been so damn suggestive.
“I don’t have any interest in games. Unless it’s job related, how about you forget my personal cell number?”
“I called to say that Dad just told me you were joining us for dinner Saturday. He said if I talked to you, I should ask you to bring that Asian salad you make.”
God, he was a moron. They had more history than Tuesday night. He needed to stop assuming that Oak was trying to fuck him every time they talked. It made him jumpy. Oak made him jumpy. Probably because the thin line between keeping his distance and giving Oak a night to remember began fraying even before Wyatt realized it was there.
He fucking hated surprises. Especially when it demonstrated how very little control he had over his libido. It was John’s son, for fuck’s sake. His partner’s son . Not only that, but they had to work together and that meant a strict hands-off relationship with the kid.
He tried to focus. Asian salad. Wyatt redirected his frustration. “Asian salad at an American barbeque?”
“Served by a family of Native Americans. Yep, you got it. We’re an international crew, boss.”
He laughed, finding relief in the easy way they used to talk.
“So is that a yes? Mom said that if you didn’t, she’d make carrot and raisin salad.”
He could hear the shudder in Oak’s voice. “Yes, I’ll bring the salad. Tell her to hang up the carrots. As threats go, it’s effective but way overused.”
Oak laughed too. “I will.” He voice grew serious, cautious. “She said she’s got a date for you.”
“Your dad told me.”
“Do they know?” he asked.
“I worked side by side with your dad for almost twenty years and had dinner at your house every week. What do you think?”
“I can’t believe I’m just finding out,” Oak grumbled.
“It’s not anyone’s business but mine. Unless your mom is setting me up with someone. Then I suppose it’s everyone’s business,” he finished dryly.
“I’m sorry. She should’ve checked with you first. I could call her—”
“I told them you knew. You should’ve seen how fast she stopped pretending it was a dinner with a new civil servant in the mix, and made it all about a blind date. Besides, I can handle my own shit,” Wyatt told him. “I don’t need a kid sticking up for me.”
There was a long sigh on the other end. “Ever consider why I come on a little strong with you?”
“What