Robert went for his bathroom, taking a quick shower and dressing as silently as possible. When he walked back into the bedroom, Landon was still on his side, sleeping soundly with the blanket drawn up to his chin. He lingered at the foot of the bed, lost in thought as he took in Landon’s sleeping form. Any distance he’d managed to keep between Landon and his raging feelings had vanished. His heart fully and completely connected as he stared down at the man. Landon was beautiful, inside and out, and a caring, giving lover—things Robert had instinctively known since day one.
He stepped away, not wanting to wake Landon, and quietly padded across the carpet with his tennis shoes in hand. After quietly shutting the door, Robert took the stairs down to the first floor. He stood at the landing looking over the house before dropping down to put on his running shoes. The twinge in his ass made him smile as he shifted his position. The place looked as it had when he’d left. Nothing was out of place, except the clothes on the stairway where they’d shed them last night—the main reason for his extremely good mood this morning.
The nagging voice in his head quickly drowned any happy memories from last night, questioning why it didn’t look like anyone had been in the house since he’d left months ago. He bypassed the living room, going straight for the kitchen. Not a thing was out of place in there either. He opened the dishwasher. Empty. Then he went for the refrigerator—only the few things he’d left were inside. Robert checked the pantry. It was bare, and there was no trash in the trash can either. Had Landon even been staying there?
Curiosity had him jogging back up the stairs. He headed the opposite direction from his bedroom and pushed open the guest room door. The room was as tidy as every other part of the house, but there were footprints in the freshly vacuumed carpet and faint traces of Landon’s delicious cologne. So, he had been in the townhome, but wasn’t utilizing the space. Hmmm.
He’d have to ask about that later. He wanted Landon comfortable here. It was four thirty in the morning, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like cooking. The mere thought gave him the certain knowledge that he was leaving his funky mood behind. Robert liked to prepare meals, and those bursts of cooking and baking usually came when he was happy and content in his life. He’d have to make a grocery store run. He went back down the stairs toward the garage, wondering what Landon might like to eat the most.
The minute he pushed open the garage door, he realized his car hadn’t been moved. Robert scowled. He’d have to ask about that later too. Unhooking his bike from the wall mount, he ticked off a grocery list in his head. He could buy things for breakfast now and place a bigger order to be delivered later.
Robert shut the garage door and took off, the wonderful ache in his ass a sweet reminder of his extraordinary night as the crisp morning air filled his lungs. He was back, happy and complete, all because of the man who was currently lying in his bed; he gave him something to aspire to.
He’d fallen for Landon, fast. Considering the possibility that he was falling in love, or hell, was already in love, both excited him and confused him at the same time. But now he finally understood what his dad had meant when talking about his father. Avery had known from first sight that Kane was his. Robert might have been slower on the uptake. He’d been too lost to see Landon clearly while in Germany, but last night, from the second he’d watched Landon cross the street to him, he’d felt it. He’d known. The grin on his face broadened. Surely Landon had to be feeling this way too. Man, he felt amazing.
Landon opened his eyes and blinked once, staring at the bright spots dancing on the wall across the room. The partially drawn window shade let in the small amount of light that held his attention. There wasn’t that moment of uncertainty on where he’d spent the night. Landon knew exactly where he was and whose bed he was in. Thinking about Robert made him smile as he rolled to his back and stretched out his legs.
The wonderful memories of the night before rushed back. Happiness jolted him, shooting straight through his body. His dick filled at the vivid images flashing in his head—the way the length of Robert’s body seared his back as they’d slept, the feeling comfortable and grounding and fucking hot. It had been so long since he allowed himself to let go and trust another person. He couldn’t recall ever feeling this safe and this right with any man.
Landon didn’t even have the after-sex regrets that always plagued him as soon as he’d gotten off. Usually the condom hadn’t hit the trash can before he’d have his pants zipped and be searching for the door. But this… This was exactly what he wanted. It felt right to be in this bed, in this man’s room. Robert Adams had a hold on him. Everything would have been perfect had the doctor stayed in bed with him this morning.
But Robert wasn’t in the room. Landon realized that about the same time he smelled something fantastic and enticing in the air. It wasn’t just the smell of bacon that filled the room and made his stomach growl. A variety of scents melded together, creating a unique and delicious aroma, overloading his senses.
Landon pushed up on his elbow to check the time on the nightstand. Shit. He’d slept in this
