Page 72 of Perfect Night
“On a Sunday?”
Deacon shrugged. There was more to it, or maybe things worked differently to how they did at home.
“What about Hunter?”
“I dropped him at a friend’s place last night. He seemed okay.”
Charlie sat up quickly and winced. Hunter had been clear with Charlie that if he left Brandon he wouldn’t have anywhere to go. He told Deacon as much.
“I watched him go in, and there was someone else there. A woman.”
“Did you get his number?”
“No, was I supposed to?”
“Yes, it would have been helpful. Do you remember where you dropped him?”
“Of course I do.”
“Great. Speak to him. Check he’s okay. And get his number. Ask if you can give it to me.”
“I’ll go round when Sebastian gets back.”
“He could be ages yet. You need to go now before it gets dark.”
“I told Sebastian I’d stay with you until he got back.”
“We can go together.”
He stood up. The pain was excruciating, but he wasn’t leaving Hunter. It was likely Brandon was already back on the streets and might go after him.
“Charlie, sit down. Let me call Sebastian.”
Charlie relented. Deacon tried to call Sebastian twice but wasn’t getting through.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t leave you, Charlie. Sebastian’s my boss and he asked me to look after you.”
“I’m here in the apartment, safe. Where the hell is Hunter? Back with Brandon, probably. Do you want that for him?”
Deacon shook his head. He wanted to go, and Charlie knew why. Deacon was like Sebastian, in that he had the protective streak. He’d also seen him comforting Hunter the night before when they thought Charlie had left. It was only Deacon putting his arm around him, but there was a spark there. Charlie had seen it. He knew it would be easy to convince Deacon.
It ended up taking twenty minutes. God, the guy was stubborn, but the agreement was Deacon would look for Hunter, on his own. They exchanged numbers and Charlie promised to let him know when Sebastian got home. He locked the front door, so only someone with a key could get in. As far as Charlie knew, that only applied to Sebastian, Bex, and the cleaner.
He made up a bath, although he couldn’t get the bubbles the same as Sebastian had. It didn’t matter so much when he sank into the warm water. He never had a bath at home. There wasonly one in Gregory’s master suite. He said anyone could use it as long as he wasn’t working, which was never, and besides, the shower was quicker.
Charlie was enjoying a soak when he heard the front door open and close.
“Charlie,” shouted Sebastian.
“In the bath.”
A few seconds later, Sebastian appeared, frowning.
“Where’s Deacon?”
“Went looking for Hunter.”
“What?”
