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Evan stopped by Partners on the way home from a late shift to unwind a little, knowing Chan would be long asleep. He hoped to see Roy, but that didn't happen. And being propositioned didn't exactly make his night. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Damn,
that was something he hadn’t expected. It had been a while since anybody had
hit on him. At least not that he’d noticed. Since he had met Chan, he just didn’t
notice that kind of thing anymore. He didn’t know if he was more angry or
disgusted at the stranger’s blatant overtures. Either way, he was definitely
not interested.
Well, going
to Partners for a nightcap hadn’t worked out anywhere near the way he’d hoped
it would. Roy hadn’t been there, and Evan certainly didn’t feel any more
relaxed. If anything, he felt guilty for being at a bar by himself, when Chan
was waiting for him at home. Asleep or not.
Climbing
into his cruiser, he adjusted the mirror, staring at his reflection for a long
moment before pulling out of the lot and heading back up the road, toward home.
Toward Chan. Nothing else mattered at that moment.
Okay, so
things weren’t exactly running smoothly since they accepted the responsibility
of Chan’s siblings. Some of that was their fault, sure. But they were kids. And
there no guarantees in life. Bad things happened to good people. Didn’t mean
you had to fall apart over it. Figure out what to do and move on. Be a man.
Evan had
had to be strong for as long as he could remember. Strong enough to endure the abuse
his parents had given out up until the time they kicked him out of the house.
They’d never seemed to care what happened to him, never tried to put up a façade
or pretended to be the loving parents other children had. They were honest in
their dislike of him and the cramp he put into their self-indulgent lifestyle.
Whether that was them or the drugs and alcohol talking, Evan would never know.
They were dead shortly after he was on his own. To be honest, he’d never
mourned their loss in his life.
He’d
liked Chan’s parents, for the short time he had known them. They’d always been
kind and welcoming to him. He knew Chan and his siblings were hurting at their
cruel removal. He wished he could help in some way, but he just didn’t know
how.
When he
reached the house, he found it to be dark and silent. Not surprising
considering the lateness of the hour. He’d expected nothing less. He parked the
cruiser besides Chan’s compact car and headed inside, careful not to make any
noise.
Evan
removed his shoes just inside the front door and carried them in one hand. The idea
of a shower was a tempting one, but he didn’t want to wake anyone. He’d just
get up a little early in the morning and take one then. Right now, all he
wanted was to climb into bed beside Chan and snuggle up against his warm body.
Even asleep, Chan was the solution to everything. Everything else could wait.
Life would look a lot better in the morning, he was sure.
But when
he softly pushed open the door to their bedroom, and his eyes adjusted to the
light that filtered through the partially open blinds, he was met with the
sight of not one body in the bed, but three—Chan, Madhu, and Kamal. The
children lay, one on either side of Chan. Madhu was snuggled against his front
while Kamal had taken the other side, one arm partially thrown over Chan.
A
possessive gesture if ever he saw one.
Evan felt all his hopes and plans dissolve into nothingness. Accepting the situation, he pulled the door closed and headed to the guest room.
to be continued
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