Текст книги "A Turn of the Screwed "
Автор книги: Tymber Dalton
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Chapter Two
Scott sat at one of the bars in the Toucan’s courtyard. Each bar at the resort had a different theme, and this one was the Tiki Hut. He’d opted for shorts and a T-shirt and sat off at one end of the bar where he could watch the activities in the courtyard and the pool.
There were guys of all shapes and sizes and ages, from barely legal twinks to elderly bears, and everything in between. It was a smorgasbord of men.
All he had to do was find his own balls and figure out how to approach any of them.
When he’d first heard about this event, he thought it’d be the perfect way to finally break through, maybe meet someone. He wasn’t much for online dating, although that option was growing more attractive the longer his search continued.
Then again, maybe he shouldn’t be here at all. It didn’t matter that he had Noel’s permission and blessing, this whole situation wasn’t fair to her.
Maybe I should give her a divorce and get it over with.
But that would put her in a damned bad place with her asshole family. The conservative pricks would be all over her, the “I told you so’s” flying faster than the speed of spite.
He didn’t want to do that to her.
He also envied some of the people he knew from Venture and the munch group, like Tilly, Landry, and Cris. Or Cali, Sean, and Max. They had three-way poly relationships that worked for them, all three of them involved with each other.
That’s a unicorn I doubt I could find.
In his dreams—which he would be the absolute first person to admit were nothing approaching even remotely realistic—he’d find a bi guy who would also fall for Noel, Noel would fall right back for him, and the three of them could live kinkily ever after.
Maybe if this was a romance novel…
He sipped his overpriced drink, a weak rum and Coke—weak by his request—and continued scanning the courtyard. Well, he’d have a whole weekend here to see if this was really what he wanted. For all he knew, the experience might send him running back to the safety of Noel’s arms with whatever wild oats he’d sown safely purged from his system.
Although even he admitted that was also a highly unrealistic wish. He was definitely bi with a heavy leaning toward the gay side of the spectrum. He’d never wanted to admit to Noel that he usually fantasized about other guys when they made love. He thought it was a phase he’d grow out of. But the longer he was married to Noel, with her trying her hardest and damnedest, the more he realized it wasn’t fair to her.
It wasn’t her fault.
He also knew from his job that life was too short not to live authentically, or to keep Noel chained to him with a loving lie, either. He didn’t want to be in his late seventies and mourning the fact that he’d never pursued true happiness, that he’d settled and cheated Noel out of the best possible person for her, too.
He thought about texting her, to check on her, but he didn’t want to bug her or make things worse for her. He knew she was going out with Eliza and Kennedy tonight and hoped they, at least, would keep her mind off him and what he was doing.
Well, what he hoped to be doing but as of yet hadn’t found the balls to do.
At least her waking up alone wouldn’t be a problem. After ten years of him working in the 911 call center, Noel was used to his sometimes draconian shifts, including all-nighters when necessary. Although summer would be worse, if they were still in their current state of relationship limbo.
Then, she didn’t have to get up every morning and go to work at the school. She didn’t usually teach summer school, either, his salary enough to get them through those months without her needing to work part-time. In fact, she usually used summer for continuing education classes, working on requirements for her teaching certificate, things like that.
He was still sitting there, pondering that, when a young twink, probably not much older than twenty-one, sauntered up to him and slid onto the empty barstool next to him. The kid had what looked like a cocky, permanent snerk twisting the right corner of his mouth, a sneering smirk that spoke volumes of him and his expectations. In his hand, a froufrou tropical cocktail of some sort.
Geez, I’m probably almost old enough to be his dad, for chrissake.
Yeah, that creeped him out.
“Hi,” the kid said. “Tad.” He held out his hand and Scott realized, despite the high level and unusual angle, he was expected to shake with him.
Scott did, already turned off by the kid. “Hiya. Scott.”
“So, I’ve never seen you around here before.” He batted his eyes at Scott as he wrapped his lips around the straw of his tropical concoction in a deliberately salacious way.
“It’s my first time here.” Might as well admit it. While he normally didn’t have a problem talking to people, even strangers, he’d found himself lacking the motivation or intestinal fortitude to walk up to guys cold and start talking.
“This should be a crazy weekend,” Tad said, rolling his eyes. “So where’d you tell your wife you are this weekend?”
Scott blinked, shocked. “Huh?”
Tad tipped his head and nodded toward Scott’s left hand. “The ring. Or are you already taken and your guy doesn’t know you’re here?”
Scott couldn’t bring himself to remove his ring right then. “Wife. She knows I’m here for the weekend.”
“Ooh, that is kinky. Does she like to watch?” Tad leaned in. “I like being watched.”
This had taken a decidedly uncomfortable turn for Scott, yet he still couldn’t force himself off the barstool. He felt like a foreigner in a strange country where he not only didn’t speak the language, the culture was so vastly different from what he knew that he felt he stood out like a cockroach in an angel food cake.
I need a fairy godfather. Literally.
“It’s…complicated,” Scott finally answered.
“It usually is. Sometimes it’s better that way.”
Scott endured Tad’s attention for several more minutes before another twink called the kid’s name and waved at him to come over to the high-top he and several others were standing around.
Scott took that as his cue to escape, grabbing his drink and sliding off the barstool, spinning around to dash down the stairs behind him, when he nearly ran smack into another guy.
Now this guy, he was cute. Close to his own age, about three inches taller than his own six one, fine lines at the corners of his mocha-brown eyes, short brown hair with just a sprinkling of grey here and there, and a decent body. He wore cargo shorts and was shirtless, a short tat sleeve on his left arm starting at his shoulder and ending at his upper bicep in a chain tattoo with a BDSM triskelion on it.
“Sorry,” Scott said, jamming his left hand into his pocket.
The guy smiled. “No problem.” It was an easy, friendly smile. Confident. “Too bad you’re leaving.”
“The twinks are swarming.”
The guy glanced around him. “Ah. I understand. Want to walk over there and sit where it’s a little quieter? Get out of the kiddie pool, so to speak?” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the modern, glass-blocked bar at the other end of the pool courtyard area.
“Sure. Sounds great.”
Anything to get away from Tad. Not that Tad might not have been a nice choice if Scott was on the down side of twenty-seven instead of the high side of thirty-seven, but at this time in his life, he wasn’t looking for games or anonymous fucking.
Especially not when he had to think about Noel back home and how his actions would impact her. He wouldn’t give her up for anyone he couldn’t feel at least as strongly for.
While he suspected Tad could probably suck the stucco off the hotel’s walls with his snerky, pouty mouth, Noel wasn’t bad in that department herself.
As Scott followed the guy around the courtyard and toward the other bar area, he was now uncomfortably aware of men glancing at him. Or maybe at the mystery guy.
Another man, an older bear dressed in leather gear, including assless chaps and a tiny G-string that was more wishful thinking than an actual garment, smiled when they approached, extending a hand to the man.
“Hey, Keith. Long time, no see.” They shook.
Well, at least I already have his name.
“Hey, Marvin.”
“Didn’t know you were going to be here this weekend. This your new boy?” the guy asked, tipping his head as he stared at Scott. “Or is he free-range fresh meat?”
Scott couldn’t help but blush under the older man’s appraising gaze.
Keith glanced over his shoulder at Scott. “Don’t go poaching one out from under me, now, Marvin. I just started talking with him.” Keith smiled at Scott, something about his expression twisting Scott’s insides in a pleasant way.
“Well,” Marvin said, smiling as he slowly walked past Scott. “If you find yourself free-ranging this weekend, feel free to stop by my room. 137. The door will be open.”
Scott dropped his gaze and realized he’d focused on Keith’s back, the way his spine disappeared into the waistband of his shorts with a muscled dip above his hips.
Yum.
His mouth went dry, and he found himself sucking on his straw as he followed Keith over to the bar, where they grabbed barstools at the far end, a little quieter there.
“I can tell this is your first time,” Keith said after catching the bartender’s attention and ordering a bottle of beer. “Serious question—I’m guessing you’re here alone. Does your wife know?”
Scott gulped and nodded. “Is it that obvious?”
“I saw the ring. If you were married to a guy, he’d likely be here with you. Add to that, when a guy runs scared from a roving pack of wild twinks, yeah, pretty much pegs you as a first-timer fresh out of the closet.” He smiled, holding out his hand. “Keith Knepp.”
Scott was relieved to be able to shake normally with him, a strong, firm, but not an assholish grip. Callused hands obviously used to working for a living.
“Scott Gilroy.” He hoped Keith didn’t think less of him for having the soft, smooth hands of an office worker. The most physically strenuous thing he did at work was juggle multiple calls if they were short-staffed. He used the county’s small gym at the building several times a week, in addition to yard work at home, to stay in some semblance of shape.
This guy had the real, firm body of a man used to physical labor. Not to mention the tan lines where it was obvious he usually wore a short-sleeved shirt all the time.
* * * *
It was only sheer chance that Keith had almost literally run into Scott. He usually didn’t hit the tiki bar, but thought he’d cruise through it first tonight, before the twinks took it over and he’d have to peel them off him. He wasn’t looking for a tight bubble ass to spank or fuck, or some kid in the market for a sugar daddy.
When he’d spotted Scott at the end of the bar, the deer-in-the-headlights look had been unmistakable and irresistible. Not to mention Scott had blue eyes that Keith suspected would look even better when Keith had his cock down the man’s throat and the man was staring up at him as he fucked his mouth for the first time.
He had accurately pegged Scott as a first-timer. Yes, Keith was looking for more than a quick fuck, and a married guy likely took success in that area out of the equation.
He also wasn’t stupid and didn’t want to turn down a chance to pop the guy’s cherry, so to speak.
But what he learned startled him in a pleasant way.
“It’s a long story, and I’m not sure how much of it you care to hear,” Scott said.
“All of it, from the beginning, is good for me.”
Ten minutes later, Keith realized this had the potential to be a lot more than just a quick weekend thing, or even a series of planned rendezvous.
That the guy’s wife was willing to let Scott off the chain—if Scott was telling the truth, which the man’s body language indicated he was—and that he was from Sarasota were two points in his favor.
“She sounds like an amazing woman,” Keith said.
“She is.” Scott looked down into his glass, a fresh rum and Coke. “I got to the point where I felt guilty for how hard she was trying. I want her to be able to have a good life. She’s only doing the BDSM stuff for me.”
Keith took a risk and leaned in, resting a hand on Scott’s thigh. “You’re telling me you’ve never actually been with a guy before?”
Fuck. Me.
Scott shook his head. “I’ve gone out a couple of times with some guys, but nothing happened. I didn’t want a quick fuck.”
“Then why are you here this weekend?”
“I need to figure out what’s going on inside my head. I owe her that much.”
“So you’re a bottom?”
Scott nodded.
“A virgin bottom, literally?”
Scott nodded again.
Keith sat back and smiled. “Then why don’t we go have a bite to eat in the restaurant and talk a little more? If you’d like that.”
Scott nodded, eagerly.
“Let’s go back up to my room for a minute,” Keith said. “I need to grab a shirt. They’re sort of lax around here, but in the restaurant they insist on shirts and shoes.”
“What about pants?”
Keith grinned. “Define pants.”
“Ah.”
They left the bar area, Scott following Keith around and up the stairs. Keith was swiping his key card when Scott let out a soft swear and pushed his way into the room past Keith, pulling Keith in after him and shoving the door shut.
“Whoa, slow down, buddy,” Keith said, his motor already revving. “I’m driving.”
“No,” Scott whispered. “That’s a guy I work with!”
Keith peeked out the window, around the curtain. “Who, the redhead?”
“Yeah. Bill Terrell. He’s not in my department, but he works on my floor. I see him all the time. Shit! I didn’t even know he was gay! I thought he was married.”
“Yeah, well, you might not be wrong on either count. I don’t see a ring on his hand. It looks like he’s settled into a good conversation with the guy next door, just outside the room.” He let the curtain drop back and reached over to turn the lights on. “Guess we’re in here for a while. I’ll get my shirt.”
Scott dropped onto the end of the bed. “I am so out of my damn element. Why did I ever think I was going to be able to do this?”
“Hold on,” Keith said, walking back to stand in front of him. “What you do or don’t do here this weekend isn’t anyone’s business. I’m sure he probably wasn’t expecting to run into anyone he knows from work, either.”
“Yeah, well, that doesn’t help me. I didn’t think I’d meet anyone I know here.”
The plaintive look on Scott’s face was turning Keith’s crank, even though he knew the man was feeling more than a little bit of emotional distress.
He suspected it would resemble the look on the man’s face when he had a butt plug up his ass and was cuffed and collared, naked, on his knees, and looking up at him, pleading for relief.
But it also drove home another fact. “How do I know you’re not lying to me about your wife knowing you’re here?” Keith asked.
Scott pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped it, opened his text messages, then handed it to Scott.
On the screen, an exchange between Scott and a contact labeled Noel.
The first one was from her.
Have fun, and be safe.
Are you sure you’re okay with this?
I am. I want you to be happy. Just be safe and wear a condom and text me from time to time so I know you’re okay.
Keith returned the phone to him, changing his approach a little. “I’m not looking for a quick fuck, either. And let’s cut to the chase. I’m a Dominant. A sadist. If you spend the weekend with me, you’re going to go home with marks on your ass, and elsewhere. That going to be a problem?”
Scott shook his head.
Keith’s hand shot out and grabbed a handful of Scott’s hair, yanking the man’s head back. Keith’s cock ached, wanting inside that mouth and ass, but he knew he needed to take this slow.
Well, sort of slow.
Slow-ish.
“What was that?” Keith asked.
Scott’s eyes widened. “It won’t be a problem, Sir,” Scott softly said.
Keith grinned. “Boy, you are a fast learner.” He stroked Scott’s cheek with his other hand. “You and I are going to get along just fine, I do believe.”
Chapter Three
After ten minutes, the guy disappeared into the neighboring room, allowing Keith and Scott to head downstairs.
“You sure you want to eat on the property?” Keith asked him. “I know a great sushi place nearby we can go to.”
Scott hesitated. “I don’t think I can drive.”
“I’ll drive. I’m good. I only had the one beer.”
“Okay, sure.”
Keith felt a little jolt of satisfaction at the win. Getting Scott somewhere else would mean he’d likely relax and open up even more. If they ate at the restaurant there, the poor guy would constantly be on his guard.
Keith didn’t give a crap where they ate, as long as it was quiet enough to have a conversation…and he got to spend it with Scott. There was something about the guy he really liked, beyond the fact that he was sort of a virgin.
There was a certain vulnerability about Scott that the sadist in Keith felt drawn to. Even more, there was something about the man.
They took Keith’s truck. Twenty minutes later, they were seated at a quiet table in a dark sushi restaurant without a single twink—much less a hunting pack of them—in sight.
The 911 operator was thirty-seven, loved his wife, but two years earlier, after eight years of marriage to her, had finally found the balls to confess to her that he thought he was gay…and kinky.
Bless her heart, she’d tried to help him out with the one issue, allowing Scott to take her to Venture, where between there and at home she’d tried to become his Domme. He’d never run into them the few times he’d made it over to the club the past couple of years, and he wasn’t a member of the Suncoast Society munch group, so it was no surprise their paths hadn’t crossed sooner.
Even Scott admitted he knew she wasn’t really into it, only doing it for him.
“She’s got an asshole family, too,” Scott said. “That’s another reason why I didn’t want to just leave her. They’re going to really hammer her about it.”
“Aren’t they in Indiana? I thought that’s what you said.”
“Yeah, but they’re fucking assholes. There’s a reason why she lives down here and not anywhere near them. Even after all these years, she still hopes for their approval. She’ll never get it, though. They’re assholes. She was never good enough in their eyes.”
“I can relate to that,” Keith said, feeling even more empathy for the woman. “Mine’s all out in Oklahoma.”
“They don’t approve of you being gay, I take it?”
Keith shrugged. “They don’t even know where I live now. I couldn’t give a shit what they think about me. When I came out after college, my parents disowned me, so I said fine and moved to Florida. What about your family?”
Scott shrugged. “My mom and dad live in Michigan. They moved up there a few years back to take care of my mom’s parents. They don’t know about any of this, but at least they’re not assholes. They might not be happy when everything finally shakes loose, but at least I know they won’t disown me. Well, I hope they won’t disown me.”
“Sometimes friends are better than family,” Keith said.
“You’ve got that right.”
* * * *
Scott knew it wasn’t the wisest move on the planet, but the longer he was with Keith, the more he talked to him, the more he relaxed and the more he realized how attracted he was to the Dom.
At one point he excused himself to go to the bathroom, where he texted Noel.
How are you?
She texted back a moment later. We’re about to duct tape Kennedy’s mouth shut. How are you? Having fun?
He didn’t know how to answer that. He didn’t want to lie to her. He also didn’t want to hurt her feelings or make her think that he was jumping into bed with the first guy he’d talked to.
Okay, technically the second guy he’d talked to if you counted Tad the twink. And she’d warned him she didn’t want him to lie to her, but unless she asked for details, she didn’t want him giving her every gory description of what happened.
Went out to dinner. The place is really loud.
Well, have fun. Love you. Talk to you tomorrow.
He stared at his phone. Love you, too. Thank you for this.
He was reaching for the bathroom door when she replied. Just stay safe.
I will. I promise.
* * * *
Noel shoved her phone back into her pocket and sucked the rest of her beer down.
Eliza tapped her on the shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“What?”
She shrugged. “He’s having dinner.” He didn’t say he was having dinner with someone, but she hadn’t wanted to ask that, either, not sure how she’d react.
He’d promised if she couldn’t handle it, she could text him and he’d immediately come home. He was only forty-five minutes away in St. Pete, for chrissake.
But she didn’t want to be like that. Truth be told, it wouldn’t be her first night alone, and it would be a relief not to have to pretend to be living up to expectations.
Not to have to pretend she was something she wasn’t.
What she wasn’t was comfortable with the dominant role she’d stepped into for his sake, trying to help him through…this.
Knowing damn well she was only prolonging the inevitable by not asking him for a divorce. Having mixed feelings about the fact that he was willing to stay married to her for now for her sake.
Praying for a miracle, even though she didn’t really believe in miracles, much less in any deity who could grant them.
* * * *
While Scott was in the bathroom, Keith decided he needed to put all his cards on the table at once. Either Scott would remain interested, or they’d part ways upon their return to the hotel and each still have a weekend ahead of them in which to cut loose with whomever they wanted.
What bothered Keith was how much he already wanted to spend it with Scott.
Bothered because Scott wasn’t an entanglement-free prospect. There weren’t simply strings attached to the man, there were anchor chains.
When Scott returned, he slid into the other side of the booth after flashing Keith a nervous smile. “Sorry. Noel texted me while I was in there.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. She’s out with some of her friends tonight.”
“So that brings me to the crux of our conversation,” Keith said, fixing Scott with his gaze. “I don’t want to dance around the issue. I’m not looking for a quick fuck, or to be someone’s on-the-side. I’m looking for a relationship. A long-term, hopefully permanent one.”
Scott nodded, but didn’t interrupt even though those gorgeous blue eyes of his widened a little.
“I’m okay with you being poly with your wife for a while, at first. But there’s going to come a time where I’ll need you to bring that to a final resolution, if we end up taking our relationship to the next level.”
“I know,” Scott quietly said. “She knows that, too. I promised her I wouldn’t divorce her over anyone I couldn’t love at least as much as her, if not more than her. I want to stick to that promise.”
Keith leaned forward. “I respect that. I also understand that. I know this could be something that falls apart in two weeks. Or, in two months from now, you and I might be sitting down and planning a future together. I’m not saying you have to go home and divorce her now, but I’m telling you what’s going through my head so there are no unrealistic expectations, okay?”
Scott nodded.
“Like I said, I’m a Dominant. I need my partner to be strong, but to be submissive to me. Doesn’t mean I want you to be my doormat, but it means my rules, my way. I don’t screw around on my partner, and I expect my partner to be faithful, too.”
“What about Noel?” he quietly asked.
Keith took a deep breath and wondered if he wasn’t wasting his time. The man might not be able to let go of his wife if or when it got to that point. “Like I said, I can agree to you being poly with her, for now, but not with anyone else. And when or if the time comes, I expect there to be a clean break made. I don’t want you to be an asshole to her, but I also don’t want to be dangling on the hook for years waiting for you to quit feeling sorry for her and divorce her, either. Got it?”
Scott nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Shit. Keith’s cock had settled down, mostly, but at the way Scott said that, as if it naturally fell from his lips, it sprang to life again, painfully hard and throbbing and wanting to be shoved between those gorgeous lips right that second.
Breathe.
This was twenty kinds of wrong and complicated, but Keith was sliding into it head-first down a greased chute with no hopes of stopping himself.
All he could hope for at this point was a soft landing, and not a pit of sharpened spikes, awaiting him at the unseen bottom.
“If I ever catch you in a lie,” Keith said, “it’s game over. Period. I won’t lie to you, and I expect you to never lie to me, even if it’s a painful truth. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Wow.
It was almost enough to make him want to tell Scott to stop calling him that for now because of what it was doing to him.
“I’m clean,” Keith continued. “There’s a place back at the resort where we can do quick HIV tests,” he said. “Just as a precaution. We’ll both use condoms until we each get a new full STD panel done. Agreed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Keith took a deep breath. “But once that’s done, we’re fluid-bonded. You are going to be responsible for making sure your wife is monogamous with you, or you need to be using condoms with her. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir. She is.”
He hoped Scott wasn’t lying or delusional. Keith wouldn’t blame the woman for going out and getting her own piece on the side, but he wouldn’t stake his life on it, either. He’d been ultracareful over the years, even to the point of pissing some guys off. But the result was he was still neg and healthy and had never contracted anything from his partners over the years more serious than a couple of colds and a case of the flu.
He continued, part of him hoping Scott would stop him at some point. The more Scott agreed to, the fewer objections Keith had to catch-and-release this fresh fish back into the pond.
“I won’t and can’t force someone to stay with me,” Keith said, “but if you want to leave, you have to say so. You’d have to agree to be my slave, including wearing my collar.”
“I can’t wear a collar at work.”
“It’d be a day collar no one would suspect. Also, I’ll be getting your nipples pierced.” Dammit. He was catching himself talking as if it were already a sure thing.
Scott nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll warn you now, I’m a sadist. I know you’ll have to get used to what I like, so it’s not like I’ll be shoving the pedal to the floor tonight. You can also call red at first, and I’ll slow down, but there are things I’ll be training you to learn to take for me. If you can’t handle something, I expect you to speak up and say so. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“This won’t be anything like what you were doing with your wife,” he said. “That will be the kiddie pool compared to the deep end you’re jumping into. I don’t share, but there are going to be situations I take you into where you’re going to be used by me in front of others. And used hard. So if that’s something you can’t deal with, you’d better say so now.”
Scott didn’t flinch. “Yes, Sir.”
“So answer me this. What is it you’re looking to get out of this relationship?”
Scott didn’t even hesitate. “The real me, Sir. The ability to stop pretending I’m someone I’m not. The chance to finally live authentically without worrying if my partner will freak out about who I really am. I know I’m not perfect, and I might have problems along the way, but I’m tired of trying to force myself to live a lie. Life is too short to keep doing what I’m doing. And it’s not fair to her or to me. Especially to her.”
Damn.
He’d expected a lot of specific do-me fantasies that he would have easily shot out of the air. This was usually the point in this particular conversation with prospective partners where the truth emerged, that they were full of unrealistic, sexually charged fantasies that made for great sex, but not so much a great life together.
Scott was making it increasingly hard for Keith to find reasons not to spend more time together.
Wasn’t the only thing Scott was making hard, either.
Keith reached down and adjusted himself. He lowered his voice even more. “What are your hard limits?”
Again, another pleasant surprise. No claims that he had no limits, or a generic “whatever you want” response.
“Nothing visible that will interfere with my job,” Scott started. “I can’t lose my job over this. I prefer no permanent scars, but I know accidents happen. I’m okay with piercing, to a certain extent. If you aren’t okay with me saying no to a particular piercing, then I’m not going to be your guy. I’ll agree to nipples, because that’s something I’ve thought about before. But no permanent body modification.”
“What about a tattoo, if we end up being long-term?”
Scott seemed to consider it. “Depends on where and what it is, and if it’s something I can get covered up later if we were to break up in the future.”
All answers Keith could respect and honor.
Scott continued.
“No animals or kids, obviously. I’m not into scat or watersports. If those are important to you, I’m not your guy. You already said no sharing, other than Noel, and to me that goes both ways. While I can agree to being a slave, I need to know that I can express my opinion and viewpoints, even if you might overrule me on some things.”
Keith nodded. “Agreed.”
Scott glanced down at the table for a moment, apparently deep in thought. “My job has to come first, and it means unusual hours. Sometimes working holidays and nights. Or I might get called in to work an emergency shift. That’s something beyond my control. Also, I agree if what we do ends up becoming long-term and permanent that I will have to divorce Noel. But divorcing her needs to be on my terms, and my timetable. She’s my wife, and you cannot override her, for now. Not until we know if this will last. I promise, from the time if or when we mutually agree on a long-term relationship, it won’t be more than one year before we file for divorce. But I won’t just immediately go out and file next week or anything. We’ve had ten years together, and I owe her that respect to do this the right way.”
Keith nodded. “Also agreed.” He was beginning to respect this man a lot, if Scott wasn’t full of bullshit.
And for all he knew, maybe Scott was. The more he got to know him, maybe he’d find out some ugly truths about the man.
Then again, from the way he was talking, Keith suspected that wouldn’t be the case.
