Wills had just rubbed my shoulders and said, “Whatever you want, babe.”
Once we landed in St. Pete, Wills rented a car. “Uh…A Jaguar, babe?”
“I want to make a good impression.” He grinned, and my cock twitched. “Come on, Theo. Let’s hit the road.”
* * * *
Casey was just leaving the house as Wills pulled up to the curb. She gave a long whistle. “That is one beautiful car. It’s a shame you’re gay, Wills. I’d marry you myself.”
“Behave, Acacia. The man is mine.” I pinched her chin, pleased at how relaxed she was at home.
“You lucky devil.” She kissed me.
“Were you going somewhere?”
“To see a friend. Poppa’s down at the docks, and I just wanted to give you some time alone with Momma. We’ll be back in time for dinner.”
“Okay. We’ll see you later. Come on, Wills. I’ll take you around the back way.”
The door was standing open, although a screened door was in place to keep out insects and anoles—little green lizards. I hesitated for a moment, and then rapped on the doorframe.