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Authors: Thalia Eames
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end to all this mirth first thing in the morning.
Garrett sauntered into Lennox’s bedroom. “You two need to keep it down.” He flexed his pecks. “Nox is still asleep.”
Yeah, he felt like an idiot. So what? Ian and Lennox turned from their conversation. She rolled her eyes. Ian apologized and paused. “Holy shit, dude, that’s a spectacular set of pectoral muscles. Do you work out? I mean, you gotta. I count one, two, three, four.” Ian mockingly fanned himself. “Yup, that’s a genuine eight pack.”
To her credit Lennox averted her gaze so she wouldn’t embarrass Garrett. She didn’t look directly at him but ended up giggling anyway. He almost covered his nipples out of shame, but he’d pierce both of them with thorns before he let Ian out alpha him. Garrett didn’t come into the room to be ridiculed. He came to do the ridiculing. He’d been named one of the Top Ten Most Influential People In Hollywood. Directors, producers, and actors fought for appointments on his schedule. GQ Magazine created a feature called The Westlake Look to chart his sense of style. Plus, he actually did have a pretty damn dazzling set of chest muscles and the abs to match.
“Close your eyes, Ian,” Garrett said. “Stare at me any longer and you’ll get confused about what makes an alpha male.”
Ian started to respond but aborted. He stood up from the edge of Lennox’s bed. “I’ve got to get back to the vineyards, Leni.” He kissed her forehead. “Take better care of yourself. You don’t want me to have to move in to look after you. Do you?”
Ian shot a pointed glance at Garrett. Funny guy. He ought to keep his lips to himself. Garrett wondered how much Lennox would protest if he threw her funny friend out the window…without opening it.
“Hey, Ian. Have you ever heard of defenestration?”
“Garrett,” Lennox said.
He didn’t miss the cautioning note in her voice. He guessed she would mind if he defenestrated Ian straight through the windowpane and onto the back porch. Who knew?
Oblivious to having narrowly missed a set of broken bones, Ian walked halfway to the door. He stopped, looked at Garrett, and turned left. After disappearing into Lennox’s walk-in closet he reappeared with a yellow cardigan.
Suspicious, Garrett took a few more steps into the room.
Ian went back to Lennox’s bedside. “Lean forward a bit, Leni,” he said.
She did and he wrapped the cardigan around her shoulders. Afterward Ian pulled the sheet covering her lower half down. Garrett started across the room but didn’t reach in time to stop Chuckles from lifting Lennox into his arms. Ian whispered to her, “I know where you want to be. Come on, kitty.”
Mr. Chuckles shouldered past Garrett on his way out of the bedroom door. Lennox wrapped her arms around Chuckles’s neck. If not for the precious cargo Ian carried, he’d have gotten a lamp to the skull.
Lennox looked pretty this morning with her caramel curls piled high. Garrett rubbed his now fully grown-in beard. He thought about it for a second then followed her and Ian down the stairs. They’d had enough time alone already this morning.
The pair walked past the kitchen, through the sunroom, and, after Lennox opened the door, out onto the back porch. Garrett trailed closely behind.
Ian sat her down in the porch swing. She hugged him, murmuring thanks into his ear. The other man’s face lit up. Ian brushed the pad of his thumb over Lennox’s eyebrow and Garrett saw it clearly. This guy loved her. Garrett turned away. He walked to the banister and leaned over it.
Why did the realization piss him off? Lennox deserved someone who cherished her. Ian made a great match. Garrett had looked into it. Ian owned a lucrative vineyard, earned millions a year. He made her laugh. And he loved her. There wasn’t anything to object to. But Garrett didn’t like it. He just didn’t. No amount of talking to himself would change his mind.
Chuckles said his goodbyes and headed
Garrett sauntered into Lennox’s bedroom. “You two need to keep it down.” He flexed his pecks. “Nox is still asleep.”
Yeah, he felt like an idiot. So what? Ian and Lennox turned from their conversation. She rolled her eyes. Ian apologized and paused. “Holy shit, dude, that’s a spectacular set of pectoral muscles. Do you work out? I mean, you gotta. I count one, two, three, four.” Ian mockingly fanned himself. “Yup, that’s a genuine eight pack.”
To her credit Lennox averted her gaze so she wouldn’t embarrass Garrett. She didn’t look directly at him but ended up giggling anyway. He almost covered his nipples out of shame, but he’d pierce both of them with thorns before he let Ian out alpha him. Garrett didn’t come into the room to be ridiculed. He came to do the ridiculing. He’d been named one of the Top Ten Most Influential People In Hollywood. Directors, producers, and actors fought for appointments on his schedule. GQ Magazine created a feature called The Westlake Look to chart his sense of style. Plus, he actually did have a pretty damn dazzling set of chest muscles and the abs to match.
“Close your eyes, Ian,” Garrett said. “Stare at me any longer and you’ll get confused about what makes an alpha male.”
Ian started to respond but aborted. He stood up from the edge of Lennox’s bed. “I’ve got to get back to the vineyards, Leni.” He kissed her forehead. “Take better care of yourself. You don’t want me to have to move in to look after you. Do you?”
Ian shot a pointed glance at Garrett. Funny guy. He ought to keep his lips to himself. Garrett wondered how much Lennox would protest if he threw her funny friend out the window…without opening it.
“Hey, Ian. Have you ever heard of defenestration?”
“Garrett,” Lennox said.
He didn’t miss the cautioning note in her voice. He guessed she would mind if he defenestrated Ian straight through the windowpane and onto the back porch. Who knew?
Oblivious to having narrowly missed a set of broken bones, Ian walked halfway to the door. He stopped, looked at Garrett, and turned left. After disappearing into Lennox’s walk-in closet he reappeared with a yellow cardigan.
Suspicious, Garrett took a few more steps into the room.
Ian went back to Lennox’s bedside. “Lean forward a bit, Leni,” he said.
She did and he wrapped the cardigan around her shoulders. Afterward Ian pulled the sheet covering her lower half down. Garrett started across the room but didn’t reach in time to stop Chuckles from lifting Lennox into his arms. Ian whispered to her, “I know where you want to be. Come on, kitty.”
Mr. Chuckles shouldered past Garrett on his way out of the bedroom door. Lennox wrapped her arms around Chuckles’s neck. If not for the precious cargo Ian carried, he’d have gotten a lamp to the skull.
Lennox looked pretty this morning with her caramel curls piled high. Garrett rubbed his now fully grown-in beard. He thought about it for a second then followed her and Ian down the stairs. They’d had enough time alone already this morning.
The pair walked past the kitchen, through the sunroom, and, after Lennox opened the door, out onto the back porch. Garrett trailed closely behind.
Ian sat her down in the porch swing. She hugged him, murmuring thanks into his ear. The other man’s face lit up. Ian brushed the pad of his thumb over Lennox’s eyebrow and Garrett saw it clearly. This guy loved her. Garrett turned away. He walked to the banister and leaned over it.
Why did the realization piss him off? Lennox deserved someone who cherished her. Ian made a great match. Garrett had looked into it. Ian owned a lucrative vineyard, earned millions a year. He made her laugh. And he loved her. There wasn’t anything to object to. But Garrett didn’t like it. He just didn’t. No amount of talking to himself would change his mind.
Chuckles said his goodbyes and headed
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