Chapter 43

Cant wait.

And just like that, half the tension melted right out of Tom’s body. He didn’t have to stand up to everyone in the room and argue for his position. He didn’t have to be the guy in charge, the loudest man in the room, or the shrewd lawyer. He could just be…Tom. He could trust Gabe to tell him what to do, because Gabe wanted what was best for Tom, wanted Tom to feel good.

Tom closed his eyes and sighed, letting a little more of the tightness slide out of his shoulders and back. He was Gabe’s, and he didn’t have to worry about anything else.

The phone buzzed again. U haven’t eaten yet, I know u. Come to the kitchen first, have a protein shake and an espresso.

Gabe wanted him to eat—well, consume some calories, at least—before they started, and that was probably smart, because Tom’s sense of time was all twisted to hell and he wasn’t sure when he’d last eaten. Dinner the night before, maybe? He’d had a soda on the flight, but that wasn’t enough to get him through a scene.