moved, but no words issued forth.
Under normal circumstances, Gage would have sat right here with Abdulla, watching each minute pass, trying to find the discrepancies, but today he found every few minutes his eyes wandered back out into the gallery, looking for Trent and each time he would have to remind himself Trent had left hours before.
Last night, Gage stayed up watching these videos courtesy of a generator in his bedroom and office. The panel change went on beneath him, the construction stayed loud all night, and Trent ’s presence affected Gage. He could sense him there, within reach, but completely untouchable. There wasn’t much sleep happening when all his body and mind wanted were for him to be right down there in the middle of Trent’s mess, watching the guy work.
Gage made the trip downstairs, under the cover of checking on progress, about every thirty minutes. On about the third trip down, Gage realized Trent wasn ’t clueless to him, but purposefully ignored him. Those were two vastly different things.
The night then became a game to Gage. He dropped in, over and over, putting himself in Trent ’s way. He’d chuckled as he’d watched Trent fumble through the chance meetings, dropping his tools, pulling the wire a little too hard, or bumping into things as he took the widest distance around wherever Gage stood. Trent never looked his way, and when forced to, he focused on Gage’s forehead. Surely it meant Trent wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be. Could it be Trent was a closet homosexual or maybe a closet bisexual? But Gage rejected that thought immediately; Trent didn’t seem like the kind of guy who messed around on his commitments. Maybe a late in life homosexual, now stuck with a wife and children…
Even with those thoughts, nothing helped him find an outcome where he could get inside Trent ’s pants without looking like a big ass perv. So, just as he had last night, Gage forced his eyes and attention back to the screen, back to something he could work until the outcome landed in his favor. He sat back, getting comfortable, and prepared to sit there for the next several hours watching Abdulla breathe until he slipped.
One minute, he sat watching the video, the next the gallery plunged into total darkness. Gage looked around the gallery and every laborer working came to an abrupt stop. The air conditioning guys came from the basement door, heading toward his office.
“We blew a breaker,” one of the two said.
“ Did you reset it?” Gage called out through the open office door.
“ It’s not resetting,” the other replied.
“ No one leave! Let me get Coop Electric out here,” Gage said, jumping up from his desk and making his way toward the door. He knew he needed to make it clear no one could leave before every one of these guys loaded up and hightailed it out of there for the night. He palmed his cell and dialed the number he’d saved after their first meeting about the panel change. He stood outside the office door, blocking the way to the front in case anyone made a run for it.
“ I have a couple of generators around back for those who need something right away,” Gage said as he listened to the sexiest masculine voice he thought he’d ever heard answer the phone. He couldn’t stop the silly grin from spreading across his face or his heart from thumping wildly in his chest. Both were reactions he shouldn’t be having, especially since his aggressive remodel had come to a complete stop due to lack of electricity.
“ Trent, it’s Gage Synclair.”
****
Trent popped the top and chugged a double shot espresso while weaving through the exit doors of their crowded local grocery store. Past the point of exhaustion, a yawn ripped free from his lips, clearly to prove the feeling. The few hours’ nap he’d planned for when he got home this morning never fully materialized. Emalynn couldn’t contain her excitement and bounced off the walls. She couldn’t
Under normal circumstances, Gage would have sat right here with Abdulla, watching each minute pass, trying to find the discrepancies, but today he found every few minutes his eyes wandered back out into the gallery, looking for Trent and each time he would have to remind himself Trent had left hours before.
Last night, Gage stayed up watching these videos courtesy of a generator in his bedroom and office. The panel change went on beneath him, the construction stayed loud all night, and Trent ’s presence affected Gage. He could sense him there, within reach, but completely untouchable. There wasn’t much sleep happening when all his body and mind wanted were for him to be right down there in the middle of Trent’s mess, watching the guy work.
Gage made the trip downstairs, under the cover of checking on progress, about every thirty minutes. On about the third trip down, Gage realized Trent wasn ’t clueless to him, but purposefully ignored him. Those were two vastly different things.
The night then became a game to Gage. He dropped in, over and over, putting himself in Trent ’s way. He’d chuckled as he’d watched Trent fumble through the chance meetings, dropping his tools, pulling the wire a little too hard, or bumping into things as he took the widest distance around wherever Gage stood. Trent never looked his way, and when forced to, he focused on Gage’s forehead. Surely it meant Trent wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be. Could it be Trent was a closet homosexual or maybe a closet bisexual? But Gage rejected that thought immediately; Trent didn’t seem like the kind of guy who messed around on his commitments. Maybe a late in life homosexual, now stuck with a wife and children…
Even with those thoughts, nothing helped him find an outcome where he could get inside Trent ’s pants without looking like a big ass perv. So, just as he had last night, Gage forced his eyes and attention back to the screen, back to something he could work until the outcome landed in his favor. He sat back, getting comfortable, and prepared to sit there for the next several hours watching Abdulla breathe until he slipped.
One minute, he sat watching the video, the next the gallery plunged into total darkness. Gage looked around the gallery and every laborer working came to an abrupt stop. The air conditioning guys came from the basement door, heading toward his office.
“We blew a breaker,” one of the two said.
“ Did you reset it?” Gage called out through the open office door.
“ It’s not resetting,” the other replied.
“ No one leave! Let me get Coop Electric out here,” Gage said, jumping up from his desk and making his way toward the door. He knew he needed to make it clear no one could leave before every one of these guys loaded up and hightailed it out of there for the night. He palmed his cell and dialed the number he’d saved after their first meeting about the panel change. He stood outside the office door, blocking the way to the front in case anyone made a run for it.
“ I have a couple of generators around back for those who need something right away,” Gage said as he listened to the sexiest masculine voice he thought he’d ever heard answer the phone. He couldn’t stop the silly grin from spreading across his face or his heart from thumping wildly in his chest. Both were reactions he shouldn’t be having, especially since his aggressive remodel had come to a complete stop due to lack of electricity.
“ Trent, it’s Gage Synclair.”
****
Trent popped the top and chugged a double shot espresso while weaving through the exit doors of their crowded local grocery store. Past the point of exhaustion, a yawn ripped free from his lips, clearly to prove the feeling. The few hours’ nap he’d planned for when he got home this morning never fully materialized. Emalynn couldn’t contain her excitement and bounced off the walls. She couldn’t
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