By Andi Lea
“How are things in Amsterdam?” Wayde cradled the phone between his shoulder and ear.
“Cold.” Rowan sighed. “Busy.”
“Do you have any time off?” Wayde opened his laptop and logged on.
“I barely have time to sleep.”
“What about tomorrow? I can ditch the Governess and fly out there.” Wayde opened a browser window and checked flight schedules.
“I’m leaving tonight.”
“I thought you were going to be there for two more days?” Wayde’s fingers slipped off the keyboard.
“I have to fly out to Los Angeles.” Rowan’s voice sounded muffled.
“Are you getting dressed or undressed?” Wayde smiled.
“Unfortunately, dressed. I have to be downstairs in ten minutes for my interview with Electrolux magazine.”
“Why are you going to LA?” Wayde checked flights to Los Angeles.
“I’ve been invited to work with Datalust, two EDM producers. They’re putting together a compilation of twenty-five electro musicians under twenty-five. ”
“That’s awesome, Rows!” Wayde searched Datalust on Google.
“Thanks, but I’m a bit distracted. Right now I’m looking at a four page spread of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Do you know who this model is? The one featured in the Adriano campaign?” Rowan’s voice dropped.
“He’s just some bloke from London.” Wayde teased.
“Is he seeing anyone?”
“Not as often as he’d like.” Wayde felt his pulse race. “His boyfriend is this incredibly talented, dead sexy, DJ.”
“I miss you.” Rowan paused. “Hey, Tad’s here. Hang on.”
Wayde listened to a muffled conversation.
“Tad? The prop guy?” Wayde asked, carefully keeping his voice neutral.
“Yeah, Shelly couldn’t come on this trip. So, Tad is my babysitter.”
“That whole babysitter reference is really creepy.” Tad said in the background. “You look great, Rows. The leather jacket again?”
Wayde felt a smile tug at his lips. “Are you wearing my jacket Rowan?”
“It’s got all these nifty zippers and buckles.” Rowan laughed. “It was a feature in my photo shoot. But, I might have left teeth marks in the collar.”
“You chewed on my jacket?” Wayde wanted to groan and had to shift in his seat.
“Would it help if I said I was thinking about you at the time?” Rowan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m always thinking about you.”
“That really doesn’t help.” Wayde’s heart kicked up and he sucked a breath through his teeth.
“I really wish I could be more helpful Mr. Knight.” Rowan’s voice teased.
In the background Wayde could hear several voices and the sound of the elevator.
“I miss you, Rows.” Wayde let his head fall back against the chair.
“Ditto. I’ll call you when I get to Los Angeles.”
Wayde ended the call and glanced out the window of his London flat. It was raining. Visiting Rowan last week had been amazing and all too brief. They’d had less than 24 hours together in Wildwood. He glanced at the laptop and flight schedules, Los Angeles was not a quick trip from London. It would have been so much easier to meet in Amsterdam.
It was more important that they make this situation work. Long distance wasn’t the end of the world and it was temporary. They both still had their jobs with VisionAir and Rowan was getting a lot of notice for his music. He was being invited to work with some very influential people. This gig with Datalust was a big deal. Wayde was still browsing their website, they’d worked with some really big names in the industry. These were the things that mattered in the bigger picture.
Wayde opened his email and sent a quick message to Sean Malone. Hopefully, he had found some information to help fix their other problem. Not being able to t-path was frustrating on the best days and agonizing on the worst.
“May as well do my homework.” Wayde opened an email from the Governess. He was going to have to meet her tomorrow for lunch and she’d be expecting him to turn over completed assignments.
“All work and no play makes you very, very dull.” Scotty flopped into a chair across from Wayde.
“It makes me goal oriented.” Wayde downloaded the attachments the Governess had sent.
“I liked your other goals better.” Scotty grinned.
“I’m not interested.” Wayde kept his eyes on the laptop.
He was sharing a flat with Scotty, Benji, and Neil. It wasn’t the most ideal situation considering their shared past, but when VisionAir offered to house him Wayde had decided that the company had enough control over his life.
“Listen luv, it’s Go-Go-Boy night. Cages, dancing, tight underwear with even tighter arses. You could have anyone.” Scotty licked his lips.
“I don’t need anyone.” Wayde glanced at Scotty.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” Scotty leaned forward. “What happened to your usual policy? No relationships.”
“People change.” Wayde noticed that Sean had replied, but didn’t open the email.
“Other people, not you. I’ve known you too long Wayde, this is a phase and long distance will never satisfy your needs.” Scotty stood up and grabbed Wayde’s chin. “You need physical contact.”
Wayde stood up and wrapped an arm around Scotty’s waist, then leaned down close to his ear. “I love getting physical,” he breathed.
Scotty exhaled and relaxed against Wayde.
“With my boyfriend.” Wayde pushed Scotty away.
“I remember what it’s like to be caught in your web.” Scotty stepped away. “You might be able to fool yourself, but you don’t fool me.”
“And I don’t have to prove anything to you.” Wayde regretted that Scotty was still hurting, but it wasn’t something that could easily be fixed.
“You know, I was worried that you would break Rowan’s heart.” Scotty laughed. “But I think he just might break yours. Cheers to Rowan!” Scotty pushed past Wayde and left the room.
“I’m willing to risk it.” Wayde stared out the window, rubbing his chest.
Sean’s email wasn’t very long, only four words. We need to meet. He had sent it to Rowan as well. Wayde texted Rowan to check his email, then contacted the Blindkeeper in Paris. If Rowan spent two days in Los Angeles, then headed back to Wildwood they could meet on Annodox by the end of the week.
Wayde’s phone vibrated on the table. He picked it up and stared at Rowan’s text. Annodox, Friday?
Wayde replied. Wear the leather jacket.