After a year of bliss with Nevil, Shelton is offered the promotion at the bank he’s been working towards. Unfortunately, it’s in another state and Nevil doesn’t want to move. As tension mounts between them, Shelton is given another challenge in the form of a besotted co-worker. Torn between desires, Shelton has to choose his future. That is, until Nevil takes the decision out of his hands.
“Have you told him yet?”
“Hmm…” Shelton murmured, reluctant to leave John’s stunning announcement in the book he was furiously reading. Only a few pages remained to the thriller and he still hadn’t a clue who the killer would turn out to be.
“Have you told the tall, dark and wickedly handsome boyfriend that you’re leaving?”
Shelton shot the man at his elbow an irritated glance. “What do you want, Ted?” He noticed that the coffee shop was filling up and hoped his co-worker wouldn’t take the vacant chair at his table. Teddie was personable enough, even attractive in a light blond, pansy-blue eyed way. But he was also a gossip and lived to stir up trouble, in and out of the office.
Ted Pringle threw up his hands. “Hey, I was only asking! We go in a few months and…”
“Leave me alone.” Shelton turned his shoulder, scanning the book in his hand to find his place. Ted touched his arm and Shelton spun on him, but swallowed his angry words. Ted’s attention wasn’t on him. The man was looking across the room, a smile of triumph on his lips.
Shelton followed his gaze and his heart jumped, and then settled into a delighted patter. Nevil stood in the doorway of the coffee shop scanning the tables with his beautiful turquoise eyes. Wickedly handsome? Damn right he was. Shelton grinned to himself. Even after a year, Nevil’s smile still had the power to melt his bones and leave him weak with want.
He waved the book and Nevil spotted him. A curious look passed over Nevil’s face as he approached the table, and Shelton remembered Ted’s hand on his arm. He pulled free and Teddie chuckled, his breath warm in Shelton’s ear as he bent down and whispered, “Don’t forget to tell him.”
Shelton growled but then forgot all about the man as Nevil stopped at the table, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“What are you doing here? Sit down,” Shelton babbled, feeling the warmth of a blush in his cheeks as Nevil glanced after Ted’s retreating back.
“Okay, but only for a minute. I have a surprise for you and I’ve already wasted enough time finding you. Off work early?” Nevil took the empty chair at Shelton’s nod and leaned across the table. A teasing smile covered his face. “I may have to blindfold you.”
Heat swept through Shelton at the hot look in Nevil’s eyes. God, he wanted Nevil to take him right there at the table. He agonized under the constraint of public opinion that kept him from kissing Nevil’s smiling lips.
Nevil settled back in his chair. “Who was that?” he asked, nodding into the crowd at the coffee bar.
“Just that annoying prick from Accounts I told you about.”
“Gossiping Teddie? What did he say? I wanted to smack his pretty face for standing so close to you.”
“I’m sure he wanted to make you jealous, as if he ever could. So, about this blindfold…”
Nevil smiled and licked his lips, his look provocative. “You’ll see,” he teased and rose to his feet. “Come on, love, before I change my mind.”