That was easy. “That he needed a master to settle him down. The boy’s a mess.”
“There you have it!” Bryce had a fake cheerful tone like Garrett was a child who’d done something impressive, like add two plus two.
“Bingo.” He was going to throw something at Grant if he didn’t stop the sarcastic bullshit.
“Yup.” Brent was nodding and trying not to smile.
“You following now, moron?” The last comment came from Calen. Drunken ass.
“Yes, I’m following now.” He just wasn’t sure what he was going to do now. “He’s still a customer.”
“Who was ready to jump you. I’m not sure there’s going to be a problem.” Bryce responded in a deadpan expression. Then he looked over at Brent. “Maybe it was easier for us to notice because we see things differently.”
Bryce was the switch in the family so he thought he was smarter than Garrett and Grant who had a tendency to see things with “Dom-vision” as they called it. Basically, it was like tunnel vision but with the Dom tendency to always believe they’re right. Garrett thought it was insane. He was just always right, it didn’t matter if he was a Dom or not.
There was no way he was going to let them believe they were right.
“He can’t possibly have been attracted to me for that long.” It wasn’t possible. Was it? If he was honest, he’d been fighting the attraction to the…hell, to the boy for that long.
The general consensus was that he was an imbecile. A blind one who’d missed a sexy sub in desperate need of a Dom. “Do you think I could have met him at the club before? He seemed anxious that I would know the business name of the club when he came in today.”
Grant piped up, obviously very curious. “What did he need?”
“He’s working as a subcontractor, building the furniture in the new club. Evidently, he makescustompieces.”
Calen evidently thought Garrett was being too subtle because he called out. “He makes the spanking benches and stuff. Hey, I wonder if he did the cross too. The one with the carvings and the cut out for—”
“Enough. We have real things we need to get to. Garrett’s love life will have to wait.” For once he was grateful for Grant’s need to take charge and run the show. At least it would get him out of the spotlight.
And give him a chance to think.
Wyatt was a submissive who evidently was as interested in Garrett as Garrett was in him. He had to fight to keep the smile off his face. That still didn’t answer the question about how he knew Garrett was a Dom. It wasn’t something he went around advertising.
Ben and Conner wouldn’t have randomly told someone his personal information. Had he met Wyatt before? Nothing came to mind right off the bat, but he knew it was possible. It had been months since he’d been up, but he couldn’t remember anyone like Wyatt.
If he’d met the boy before, why wouldn’t he have said something? Hell, why wouldn’t Ben and Conner have said something? Privacy was normal, but this felt like more than that. Wyatt had said the “owners” had told him to go to his insurance agent…and those asses hadn’t been surprised at all that Garrett was the agent.
He was trying to keep things in perspective but he was starting to feel like Calen acted, suspicious and a little crazy. Everyone else thought Wyatt had been attracted to him for a long time because of the behavior. If that was true, he would have been interested since he’d first moved down.
Suddenly, Garrett had a feeling that he needed to be a conscientious agent and take the papers down to Wyatt. It would only be the right thing to do. Without a signature and a payment, the policy wouldn’t go into effect anyway and he’d wanted it to start as soon as possible. Yup, taking it down personally was the only right thing to do.
“Are you listening?” Bryce’s voice broke through Garrett’s thoughts.
“No.” No point in lying. He hadn’t the foggiest idea what they were talking about.
Grant sighed and leaned back in his chair. “This is going to take forever. Can you please stop mooning over the guy and pay attention?”
“Fine. What were you guys discussing?”
“Damn it! He wasn’t listening at all!” Grant’s voice got louder when he realized Garrett hadn’t just missed part of the conversation, he had no idea what was going on.
“You are entirely too wound up.” Garrett wasn’t going to take shit from Grant. The guy needed a weekend off and to get laid. It would probably help if he didn’t look like a biker or bouncer at a club. He’d never attract the guys he wanted looking like that.
Brent broke in giving them both an exceptionally well-done version of their mother’s stink eye. “Enough.” Then he turned to Garrett. “We were trying to discuss the advertising campaign we were going to be doing on the local radio station.”
Damn. He actually had to pay attention. This was supposed to be his part of the meeting. He looked over at the clock on the wall. This was going to take forever.
CHAPTER 4
