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Sunday, October 4, 2015
TLR Chapter 14
Mutt was perched on the
rail outside their bungalow. He was waiting for Jeff so they could get an
early breakfast before he had to leave with the other guys to help move the new
stable master to the resort. Today was Mike’s first day actually waiting
on customers at the restaurant so Mutt had talked Jeff into having breakfast
there today instead of fixing something at home.
Hearing the crunch of tires
on the gravel walkway, Mutt looked up ready to yell at whoever had broken the
resort rules of driving anything other than one of the golf carts around the
lodge and bungalows. But he smiled when he saw Billy behind the wheel of
the SUV stopping in from of him. “Heya, Billy,” he said hoping down the
steps. “We expected you gu…” he stopped short when he saw Stephen
sleeping in the passenger’s seat. Mutt looked between the two men and
noticed the worried look on the younger man’s face. “Is he ok, Bill?” he
“He started getting a
headache about an hour ago,” Billy answered. “I know it’s bad because he
pulled over and let me drive.”
“Let me get Jeff,” Mutt
softly said and bounded back up the steps and through the door.
Despite his worries about
Stephen, Billy giggled when he heard Jeff’s gruff voice, “Boy, how many
times do I need to tell you not to come busting through doors?” Mutt said
something but Billy couldn’t make it out.
Jeff stepped through the
door, came down the steps with Mutt following at a safe distance rubbing his
hip. He put his hand on Billy’s arm and asked, “How you doing Billy boy?”
“I…I’m ok, Jeff,” he
answered knowing it was safe to let his walls down because another Top he
trusted was here now. “Stephen’s got a bad headache but he took something
and has been sleeping.”
“OK, Bill, let’s get him to
your bungalow and settled in,” Jeff instructed. “Are you still ok to
“Yeah, I’m good.” He
started the SUV up and slowly drove toward the bungalow they always stayed in.
Jeff turned to a worried
Mutt. “Come here, Hun.” Jeff pulled him to his chest. “You do
know better than coming in to a room that way but you aren’t in trouble,” he
said rubbing Mutt’s hip. “Run over and get Heath for Stephen, OK?”
Mutt stretched up and
kissed his husband. “Love you,” he affirmed and took off to find Heath.
Jeff grinned then went back
into his office to get the keys for the bungalow. He came back outside
and jogged off to catch up with Billy.
As Jeff got closer he
remembered that just a week ago he was entering this bungalow for a very
different reason. Then he was visiting here with James and Heath while
they were caring for Jaxon. He shook his head and jogged up to Stephen’s
side of the SUV. He tossed the keys to Billy. “Will he feel better
in the bed or one of the recliners?” Jeff asked before opening the passenger
“Probably the bed,
Jeff." Billy answered.
“Ok, you go get the bed
ready and I’ll bring him in.”
Billy didn’t say anything,
just unlocked the door and disappeared into their home for the next month.
Jeff opened the door and
gently shook Stephen.
The other top slowly opened
his eyes. Confusion showed on his face. “Jeff?” he mumbled.
“Stephen," Jeff said
as quietly as he could and still be heard, “I'm going to pick you up and
get you into the bungalow. Billy is getting your bed ready. Let's
“What? No, you don’t
need to carry me.”
Jeff began to put one arm
behind Stephen's back and one under his legs. "Need? Maybe
not. Want to, yes. We'll go slow." He gently picked up
the other man and steadied him in his arms, before turning toward the bungalow
and carrying him inside, despite his protests.
Stephen squinted his eyes
against the light in the room as Jeff eased him onto the bed. "Where's
Billy?" he asked. It was plain to see that even speaking was causing him
Stephen," Billy said reassuringly, "I was just turning down the
Jeff placed his friend down
on the bed and turned to close the drapes as quietly as he could.
Billy helped Stephen lay
back on the bed, cushioning his head on the two pillows and then worked on
getting his husband's shoe off along with his prosthetic leg.
“Sorry to show up like this
Jeff,” Stephen whispered clearly in pain.
"It's your home, we'll
always have room for you. Is something wrong? Can we help?”
Billy brought his husband a
cool glass of water. "He's had a couple of bad headaches
lately," he explained as Stephen sipped the water.
Just then Mutt and Heath
entered the bedroom. Heath saw Billy and gave him a quick hug in
Billy hugged the doctor
back, relieved that he was there.
doctor turned toward Stephen. "So what's happening
Stephen? I heard Billy say you're getting headaches? Are you up to
answering some questions?” Heath asked.
"Yeah, I guess
“Where is the pain?
The back of your head? The front? Your temples? Or an all-around
feeling?” Heath thought it might be a bad migraine, but he wanted to be
This one started in my
eyes. Like a flash running through them." Stephen answered. "Now
it's in my temples. My doctor said they were probably just migraines.”
“When did this one
start? Was there a cause? Flashing lights?" Heath asked,
worried that the headache could be more than a migraine.
Billy looked at Stephen,
"You've had these before? You never told me you were getting a lot
headaches." Stephen said dismissively. "I'm not going to
get all worked up about a headache." Stephen took Billy's hand,
"I can usually control them, Babe. But this one just happened."
"Mutt, go get my bag
out of the cart, please. I'd like to do a quick exam."
Mutt turned smartly and ran to get the bag.
"Stephen? Do you remember what triggered the
headache?" Heath asked again.
"I think it was
the morning light as we passed by the big falls. It was reflecting off
the falls," Stephen explained.
Mutt was back moments later
and handed the black bag to Heath.
"Yes, that could
trigger migraines. Your eyes are sensitive to light? I don't want
to shine the light in your eyes if it's going to irritate them or make the
"Yes, they are
doc," Stephen answered.
"Do noises sound
"Doc, I saw him give
himself a shot of something when the pain started," Billy said.
“No, noises don't trigger
anything." Stephen answered.
“Do you feel nauseous?”
Stephen shook his head then
though better of it, “No, not now."
Heath sat beside the older
man and took his blood pressure. “Billy said you gave yourself a shot.
Are you taking Toradol?"
The pain isn't so bad now, Doc," Stephen said. "I
think I just need to sleep it off."
"OK, good. I was just
about to ask you that. Your blood pressure is a little high right now but
that is likely because of the pain. Gentlemen, let's leave him to
sleep. Stephen, I’ll be back later to check on you."
He put an arm around Billy
and led the man out of the room. "The best thing you can do right
now is make yourself something to eat and make some tea. Stephen will be
out for at least an hour."
Billy looked up at
Heath. "Thanks for being here, Doc. I can't believe he never
told me he was having the headaches."
"He's a top. We
tend to downplay any pain or discomfort. If he's been having them for a
while he probably didn't think to mention it. It gets to be like
breathing... you know you do it but you're not aware of it when it's
"Yeah, Mutt chimed in,
"Our tops are a sneaky bunch."
"And the funny
thing," Billy said, "Is that if we did that we'd get in trouble."
He gave Mutt a grateful smile.
Mutt looked at Jeff and
grinned, "We sure would."
Jeff patted the two men on
the shoulders. "We should get going." he said.
"You want to come to
breakfast with us Bill?" Mutt asked
"No, I need to stay
here in case Stephen needs me.”
"Can't I stay with
Billy for a while?" Mutt asked with puppy eyes. "I can make
breakfast for him and we can watch TV together till Stephen wakes up."
"OK, I think that's a
good idea," Jeff agreed. "Heath, would you like to join me for
breakfast at the lodge?"
Jeff. Bill, you have my number if you need me. Otherwise I'll be
back in a few hours."
"Yeah, I got it,
Heath," Billy confirmed. "See you later."
With a final reassuring pat
to the man's shoulder, Jeff and Heath left the bungalow.
Jeff and Heath walked to
the lodge and were seated by the host at Mike's station.
Mike walked up
and smiled and blushed before standing tall and becoming more
“Welcome to the lodge this morning, gentlemen.
My name is Mike and I’ll be your waiter today,” Mike introduced himself.
“Would you like to hear the breakfast specials?”
"No, Mike, thank
you," Heath said. "We'll just look at the menu for
"Would you like
something to drink while you decide what you'd like?"
"Yes, I'll have
coffee, please. Black." Jeff said.
"Coffee for me also,
please." Heath replied. "Just a carafe between the two of us
would be fine, I think."
good." Mike said.
"You're doing a great
job," Heath whispered.
Mike grinned and turned to
get their coffee while the two men looked at their menus.
Gary was watching Mike from
the door into the kitchen and Heath could see Charles looking over the dining
room from the second floor. Heath flipped a thumbs up to both of them.
The two men looked
surprised at first, but then Gary smiled and returned the gesture.
Charles waved and went back to his office.
"So what looks good to
you?" Jeff asked Heath.
"I think I'll have the
ham and eggs," the young doctor said. "You?"
"The western omelet
looks good. With hash browns. And bacon. Gotta have that
bacon." Jeff laughed.
Heath laughed too,
"Yeah, all that grease. I still want it even though I know
"Considering how much
running around we do during the day, and the fact that we both work out, I
think we can survive the occasional indulgence." Jeff smiled.
Mike came back shortly
afterward to take their orders and drop off the carafe of coffee. Jeff
poured a cup that was almost overflowing. He took a sip of the hot brew
and murmured appreciatively.
“I love Mutt but he can't
make a good cup of coffee if his life depended on it." Jeff joked,
‘He likes it strong enough to dissolve the spoons."
Heath heard a suppressed
giggle from Mike.
“Don't you go repeating
that, young man." Jeff said with a sparkle in his eyes.
"N…No sir," Mike
answered a cute blush to his face.
Heath smiled as he watched the young man take Jeff’s order. He poured a
cup of coffee for himself and added cream and sugar while he waited his turn to
order. He took a sip of the coffee and rolled his eyes. The coffee
was perfect. He wondered if James or Jaxon could make coffee this good.
The men's discussion was
interrupted by Jeff’s cell phone ringing. "Hello?"
"Hey Chief, I just
remembered, we have to go pick up the new stable master. Do you or Heath
want to come back and keep Bill company? He fell asleep but I don't want
to leave him alone."
Heath could hear the conversation,
"I can go back and check on them," he told Jeff.
"All right then, Mutt,
Heath is on his way back, just let him finish his breakfast. Do you need
replied, "It's gonna be me, Torren, Adam, Jacob and Jarrod.
That's more than enough people to get his stuff moved into the old bunk
"I don't need to
remind you to behave yourselves, do I?"
Mutt stuck his tongue out
at the phone before replying in the negative.
"I felt that, little
Mutt blushed even though he
knew Jeff couldn't see him. "You didn't see anything, you don't have
a picture of it. So you have no proof that I did anything." He
teased. It was an old game between the two of them.
"Please just be
careful, Hon," he instructed.
"I will, Chief.
I'll see you later this afternoon. And don't worry, if anything happens
you'll be the first one I call. Love you."
"I love you too,"
Jeff said before he disconnected the call
Heath and Jeff finished
their breakfasts and headed toward Bill and Stephen's bungalow, before long
Jeff said goodbye and veered off toward his office.
Mutt gave Heath a grateful
smile and ran toward the garage, where the other men were waiting for him.
Heath walked into the
bedroom to check on Stephen. Billy's eyes followed him around the
room. "I thought you were sleeping, Billy," he said.
"I was, but I'm too
worried about Stephen to stay asleep."
"I understand, but
Stephen is ok, Bill. Right now would be a good time for you to sleep
while he is."
"I'm just... afraid.
What if something happens while I'm sleeping?"
"Aww, Billy, nothing's
going to happen. Migraines are commonplace." Heath said consolingly.
"I know but if they’re
nothing to worry about why didn't he tell me about them? Why didn't I notice?
He knows I could help with the pain.” "
"I don't know why he
didn't tell you," Heath said. "Maybe he didn't want to
"He worried me more
keeping the truth from me." Billy said, sadly.
"Well, I'm here now,
and I’ll keep an eye on him. You sleep," Heath ordered gently.
"You are going to stay
with us? You promise?" Billy whispered.
"I'll stay with
you. If I have to leave for any reason, I’ll call Jeff or James to come
and stay. All right?"
thanks," the worried young man agreed and laid down next to his
Heath stayed nearby until
he saw Billy's breathing even out in deep sleep then he walked into the living
room and sat down to watch TV. He made plans to get some reading material
for Billy on headaches so he could be better informed. As much as he knew
Stephen didn’t want to worry Billy, he also knew Billy need to know the
truth. The young man had enough to worry about with his husband losing
his leg in that rock climbing accident.
Heath's phone rang and he
grabbed it on the first ring not wanting to wake the guys in the next
room. “Hey, Jeff…no, they’re both sleeping…Billy was pretty upset when I
got here…Yeah…Hey, I was wondering if you could do a search on the internet for
migraine headaches and print out some information for Billy to read…Yeah,
that’s what I was thinking it might help him to understand them more…Yeah, I’m
sure being a physical therapist he works with them but Stephen having this one
sure has him rattled…Ok, thanks…see you in a bit…Oh, could you do me another
favor and let James know where I am?...Yeah,” Heath chuckled. “Thanks
Heath turned on the
television with the volume on low enough that he would be able to hear the men
in the other room if they woke and needed him. Finding an old black and
white movie, he got comfortable and settled back on the couch.
Elijah and Zay finished
breakfast and set out on foot to the old barn to look around at the shops.
Elijah was pleased how well things were going between the two of them.
Once they arrived at the
barn Zay did a double take at how big the barn was and all the shops. “Cool
man!” Zay said. “Let’s go check it out.”
“Zay,” Elijah said as he
shook his head in awe on how big the barn is also, “alright Zay, I have
one rule that I’d liked us to follow and that is that is we stick
together and not wonder off. So If you need to use the bathroom I
suggest you make that stop now before we look around.”
Captain!” Zay said acting like a smart butt.
“Good. Get a move on, I'll
Sometime later they were
shopping at an adult store that carried just about everything and anything.
Elijah was headed for the check out when he discovered Zay wasn't behind him,
“Damn that boy. I just went repeated our rule with him at the last
shop,” Elijah said under his breath. Paying for his items he went out in search
Outside the barn, Zay was
heading to some woods when he bumped into a large guy in a security
uniform. “Um, hello sir, I..I seem to be lost. Can you tell me
how I can get back to the shopping area?”
“Name’s Duke,” the big man
said. He pointed back where Zay had come from and said, “Come with me and
I’ll get you back to the path that’ll take you right behind the shopping area.”
“Thanks man,'' Zay said
following Duke. Once they found the path he took off running in the direction
the security pointed.
Elijah was getting angrier
as he couldn't find Zay. When he saw Zay coming up from the woods
his anger subsided.
As Zay walked up
Elijah enveloped him in a hug. The younger man became nervous and as the
thought came back to him that Elijah had just talked about staying together.
“Oh, crap,” he said out
“Oh, crap, it is my love,”
came a voice behind him. “Where have you been?”
“Ahh, I kinda of went for a
walk on the trail while you were shopping and lost track of time.”
“Zay, what did I say right
before we left this morning?” Elijah demanded.
Shrugging his shoulders Zay
mumbled something like “Ah not…wonder off.”
“Can't hear you, please
look up and tell me what I said this morning?”
Zay lifted his head up and
repeated what he just mumbled a moment before. “Not to wander off.”
“Thank you,” Elijah
“Zay, I was hoping we
wouldn't have to do this while we are here at the resort, but I think it’s time
for your first spanking since we've been together.” Taking Zay's
hand, Elijah led him to a secluded area of the woods and found a tree
stump. He sat down drawing Zay between his legs unbuttoning his jean
shorts and slid them down to his ankles. Bending him over his raised knee
Elijah gave him half a dozen swats letting Zay know he made a poor choice and
now was paying for it.
Zay, laying on Elijah's
knee, moved off his lover’s lap when the last two swats landed, his hand flew
back to protect his now sore behind. Elijah grabbed his arm and pinned it on
Zay’s back and landed two extra swats to get the point across. “No one leaves
without telling each other where they’re going.”
“Sorry, Elijah, it won't
happen again. I just lost track of time.”
“Thank you, Zay, but you
also left without telling me. So let this be a lesson and I want you to
think hard on it. Are we clear?”
“Yes sir, we're
clear,” Zay answered rubbing his bottom.
“Great,” Elijah said
letting Zay up and giving him a bone crushing hug. “Pull your pants
up and let’s walk back to the barn and get something to eat”.
Before they left, Mutt
called ahead to the feed store to make sure Bo was ready to go.
"Yes, I'm nearly
ready. I only have a few things in the back room everything else is in
storage." Bo replied.
"OK., we'll pick
everything up and you can decide what you want to keep or get rid of once
you're here, all right?"
Bo agreed. "I'll meet you at Stonemill Storage."
"We'll be there in
just a couple of hours."
"See you in a couple
"Sounds like a plan,”
Mutt replied, smiling. "Goodbye for now."
"Goodbye,” Bo managed
to get out before the connection was broken.
Bo brought out the last of the
boxes and placed them in the back seat of pickup, when he noticed that one of
the tires was flat.
He groaned and began to
unload all of his boxes to get to his jack and spare. It took him nearly
a half hour to get everything unpacked, tire changed and repacked. He
looked nervously at his watch. If he weren't there on time, would they
just leave and find a new stable master? He shook off the doubts that had
been assailing him and drove to a nearby fast food place to pick up a quick
lunch, then drove to the storage facility to wait for Mutt and his friends.
Before much longer he saw a
medium sized truck pull into the lot and got out of the pickup to wave.
Mutt jumped down from the
passenger side and held out his hand. "Hi, Bo. Ready to go?"
"This is Adam, and
Torren," He continued, pointing to his friends. "Jacob and
Jarrod were going to come help move your stuff but they stayed behind to give
the place a good cleaning once I told them you didn't have much. Shall we get
Bo took out the shed key
and opened the doors. It wasn't a large shed and it was packed with what
furniture and boxes he hadn't been able to bring to the store.
"Piece o' cake."
Adam grinned, clapping his hands together in a businesslike way.
"C'mon Tor, we kin get this taken care of in no time."
Mutt suppressed a smile.
He could literally see Bo's ears prick up to catch the sounds of Adam's
"I can fit a few more
boxes in the bed of my Ranger if that will help." Bo
"I don't think that's
necessary, Bo. We could probably fit your truck in there too if
you wanted us to." Mutt joked waving his hand at Bo's 2000 Ford
Ranger Super Cab.
Adam made a face and
whispered something to Torren who blushed before he looked at the new stable
master and nodded an acknowledgement.
"OK men, less jabber,
more work." Adam said, having already begun lowering
their truck's back lift.
Without a word, Torren
began to bring out one box at a time from the storage shed, hefting it on his shoulder
as though it weighed nothing.
"Tor, put a few of
those smaller boxes in the bed of Bo's truck and we'll load the
larger items in our truck." Mutt directed. "Anything
that doesn't fit safely we'll put in before we close the doors."
Without missing a beat, and
still silent, Torren swerved toward Bo's Ranger and began to load the
boxes into the bed and passenger seats.
"Let me give you guys
a hand," Bo offered.
"Sure, many hands make
light work, as the sayin' goes." Adam chimed in. "We'll be
loadin' the heavier stuff closer t' the cab o' the truck, and along the
"Do you have any
breakables that need to be wrapped?" Mutt asked.
breakable was wrapped and packed when we moved." Bo replied.
"Well we have extra boxes
to fill in spaces between things so that they don't bump around, and I promise
we'll strap everything down tight before we even think of adding anything
else." Mutt said, helping Adam carry out the heavy, mahogany head
and foot boards of the bed and lean them against the outer wall of the shed.
"We'll load the book shelves and the bed first."
Torren was packing the last
of the boxes into the back seat by the time Mutt, Adam and Bo had finished
loading the bulk of the furniture.
"Only a few things
left." Mutt told him before turning toward Bo. "We put the
mirror between the mattress and box spring, it was wrapped pretty well but we
figured why take chances. The couch and chairs fit fine, and we loaded
some of the smaller boxes onto the bookshelves before strapping them in.
We just need to stop at the appliance store before we head out and we'll
be all set."
Bo smiled and thanked the
men for all their help.
Mutt said. "You'll have to follow us to get to the resort after our stop
but don't worry. If we get separated we'll stop and wait for you to catch
up." Mutt reassured them. "Ready to roll?"
replied, smiling and grateful and feeling a little overwhelmed by the kindness
of the other men. Even the one named Torren who still hadn't said a word
or cracked a smile during the whole thing. Bo made a mental note to ask
Mutt about that someday.
Bo followed the truck into
the heart of Stonemill to the appliance store where Torren lowered the back
lift again. Two men came out and rolled a large box onto the lift.
Two more men followed with another, equally large box. Mutt and
Adam went into the store and came out with three smaller boxes while yet
another large box was added to the others on the lift. Torren hit the
button to make the lift go back up and the men put the boxes inside, wrapping
them in blankets and strapping them down tightly before closing the doors and
raising the lift into an upright position.
"We're ready to go.
Here's my cell phone number so that we can keep in touch if anything
happens on the road or if we get separated." Mutt said.
Bo replied. He took the paper and tore it in half, took a pen from
his pocket and wrote his own number down before handing it back to Mutt, who
smiled and saluted before he turned and jumped back into the truck's cab with
the other two men.
Once inside, Torren smiled
and looked at his friends. "I think that went really well, don't
"Except for the fact
that I think you weirded Bo out, yeah, it went swimmingly." Adam
replied sarcastically. "When are you gonna get over your shyness of
strangers? You work at a resort for pity's sake, yeh see strangers all
"Yeah, but they don't want to stop and talk to me, so we get along
just fine. Now shuddup and let me drive in peace." He gunned
the engine needlessly, threw the truck into gear and stomped on the gas pedal,
spraying gravel up behind them.
down, Tor. You're lucky Bo wasn't right behind us when you did
that." Mutt scolded, which made Torren scowl more.
"Torren Luis, don't do
anythin' where I'll have to tell Eric." Adam warned.
"You'd tell on me,
Ad?" Torren asked, his voice a mixture of anger and disbelief.
"If you don't settle
down behind the wheel, yes I will."
snapped as he slowed the vehicle to the speed limit. He refused to speak
to the other two men the entire ride back to the resort, but there were no
With a lighter heart, Bo
put on some music and followed the truck to his new home.
James and Shorty were
outside the bunkhouse with a smile on their faces, waiting to welcome the
resort's newest resident. They walked forward and held out their hands in
greeting as the tall man got out of his pickup.
"Welcome to Teardrop
Lake Resort, Mr. Daily. I'm James Harrington, and I'm pleased to meet you
at last. And this is Shorty Shortelle, our veterinarian."
Bo, who was six feet tall
himself, had to look up to see 'Shorty's' face. The man had to be at
least 6'2" and was built like a barrel.
"Thank you, Mr.
Harrington, Shorty. I'm pleased to be here."
"Just call me James,
please. Mutt? Will you and the others start unloading the truck?
I'll send Jarrod and Jacob out to help you.
Mutt smiled. "Let's go guys."
"Bo, please follow me.
I'll show you where the stables are so you can get acquainted with
"I'll go with and
introduce you to them. You've got some real characters on your
hands." Shorty grinned.
The bunkhouse, like all of
the other buildings on the resort, was rustic but well kept, and tastefully
decorated. Bo's jaw dropped when he finally saw the inside of the house he'd be
living in. "I could fit my entire apartment in this room six times.
Stacked." He laughed.
Jarrod?" James called.
Two identical young men
with tousled blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing identical jeans, tee shirts and
tennis shoes came out of the kitchen, one carrying a broom and trash bag, and
the other a mop and bucket. "Hello, sir!" they said in
unison, wearing not only matching clothes but matching smiles.
"Boys, this is Bo, our
new stable master. Bo, these are two of your hands. They've been
riding the trails with the guests until your arrival."
"To your new
home." Said the other.
"Everything is ship
shape, sir." Said the first one.
boys." James smiled. He loved to see the reaction on people's faces
when they saw the twins. It was an act that the boys enjoyed putting on
for strangers. In reality, they two were as different as dogs and cats.
"Please go and help the others move everything inside."
"Yes sir,” they
replied before they turned to put down the things they were carrying against
the wall. Perfectly in step, they walked out the door to do as they'd
"Now, Bo, the boys
have all been bringing in your things, you can tell them where you'd like them
to put everything. Look around, get used to the lay out."
Bo looked a question at
James who smiled and nodded. Bo nearly ran through the house, looking at
the bedroom, which was all but empty except for the boxes that he had marked
'clothes', the kitchen, which held still more of his boxes marked 'kitchen',
the living room, and study, which had a desk and several chairs as well as a
sofa in it.
Bo stood by the door,
taking in the planed, honey colored wood walls, the fireplace to the left, the
kitchen barely visible to the right, and the plush couch and chairs in a
handsome russet color.
"Oh, those aren't
mine." Bo said as he saw the twins roll one of the large boxes in,
followed closely by Adam and Torren with the matching box.
"Yes it is."
James smiled again. "Derek left the washer and dryer here but they
were thirty years old and on their last legs. I’ve been meaning on
replacing some of the old appliances and with you moving in, I have the perfect
excuse to do it."
"And it's about
time!" Shorty complained. His tone was belied by the twinkle
in his blue eyes.
Mutt came in bearing two of
the smaller boxes in each arm.
Bo asked, confused.
"A coffee maker and a
toaster. Consider them house warming presents." He grinned.
"Just put them down on the kitchen counter, please Mutt."
The twins could be heard in
a room off the kitchen, breaking the boxes apart to get to the new washer and
dryer while Torren and Adam quickly left the house to bring in more boxes.
A few moments later the two of them were carrying in one of the mid-sized
"In the kitchen,
please boys. Mutt can install these things when we're done moving Bo
The old one was falling apart and beyond repair or cleaning, so we're
"Mr... James... this
is too much." Bo said, aghast.
"You're part of the
family now, Bo. You, Jacob, Jarrod, Shorty. And we take care of our
"I really should be
helping to unload everything." Bo replied.
"There are plenty of
people to do the unloading, all you have to do is stay here and relax and tell
them where you want everything as they bring it in. Now take a look around and
decide where you'd like your things." said Shorty.
Bo looked around and really
took in his surroundings for the first time. There was plenty of wall
space to put his bookshelves, and Mutt was right, his meager furnishings would
fit into the room without making an appreciable dent. He walked into the
kitchen and shook his head in amazement. It was beautiful. Even in
the early afternoon sunshine, the honey colored, stained wood shone. The
floor was blonde, polished hardwood.
The counters were topped
with mottled granite that made Bo think of a tortoise shell, and the kitchen
itself was modern. Beneath the space where the microwave would go was a white
porcelain gas stove. To the left of that was the refrigerator, and to the
right was the sink. Cabinets lined the walls above and below, which
promised that no matter what they were bringing into the house, there would be
no lack of room to store it. To the left of the refrigerator was a large
bay window which let in the afternoon light and promised a beautiful view of
He couldn't help but to
admire the dishwasher. He'd always washed his dishes by hand, both at the
ranch and at the feed store, and it was nice to know that he had that option
when he was too tired to deal with dirty dishes. Then it occurred to him.
He was no longer alone. He had a family of sorts. And as Adam had
said, there were many hands to make the work easier.
"Take a look at
this," Shorty said proudly.
He was torn out of his
thoughts by the taller man's voice.
Shorty stood beside a tall
cabinet to the right of the sink. He opened the doors with a flourish to
reveal the largest Lazy Susan Bo had ever seen. The five shelves were
gleaming and smelled of Murphy's Oil Soap. Just inside the door to the
right was a space where an ironing board had been placed. A new iron had
been placed on the third shelf down in the Lazy Susan which also held bottles
of spices on the top shelves and other cleaning items on the bottom.
"James,” Bo began to
say, turning back toward the older man.
"Don't say another
word." James said, smiling. "We were glad to do this for
you. All of you. Frankly it was about time we got some new stuff in
here. We're grateful that you could come on such short notice. It
had to be difficult to pack up and move in such a short period of time."
Bo sighed softly,
overwhelmed and grateful for the other man's generosity.
"Bo?" Mutt asked,
poking his head around a doorway, "Do you want the rug that's in the
bedroom or would you like us to bring the one from the storage shed?"
"Mine has been in
storage and probably has to be cleaned first. I'll keep the one that's
there for now, if that's all right."
"That's fine,” He
grinned. "Be right back." Seconds later he heard Mutt's
voice come from the living room door, "Coming in with the bed!"
He and Torren carried the
mattress, with one support rail balanced across the top, while Adam and one of
the twins carried the box spring with the other support rail on top of that.
The other twin carried the headboard.
Bo watched as the men
brought the pieces into the bedroom. "Where do you want the bed?"
Mutt asked with a grin.
"By the window,
After they'd put the
individual pieces together, one of the twins ran back out to get the foot
board. All of them working together put the heavy mahogany bed together
in less than two minutes. They then ran out to bring in the two large
dressers and put them where Bo directed. The bedside tables were placed
in their spots, and the Tiffany lamps that had been wrapped in layers of bubble
wrap were now placed on top of them.
They're so nice I really wanted them in the bedroom. Is that all
right?" Mutt asked.
The taller man smiled.
"That's fine, thank you."
All of the men together
made short work of it and all that was left for Bo to do was to unpack the
"Welcome to your new
home. We hope you'll be happy here. I know you're eager to unpack
but it is dinner time, and I'd like to bring you to dinner at the lodge.
Or, if you don't feel up to a lot of strangers right now, I'll ask Jacob
to cook something for you here."
"You've done more than
enough, thank you." Bo said gratefully.
"Shorty, join us at
the lodge?" James asked. The veterinarian was used to eating
at the bunkhouse, but this was a special occasion and James was sure he would
"Ayuh! I'd love
to." He replied.
"Then we'll see you at
dinner? We still have an hour until the dining room opens. That
will give you time to freshen up and change, if you're not too tired."
fine." Bo replied.
"Wonderful, in that
case we'll leave you to settle in. I have a few things I have to do at
the office right now, but I'll have Jeff and Mutt will pick the two of you
up in forty five minutes."
"Thank you, sir."
he said, his voice thick. "For everything."
"You're very welcome.
We'll see you soon."
James took out his cell
phone and called Jeff.
"Jeff, I have a few
things I need to take care of before dinner. I've asked Shorty and Bo to
join us at the lodge, but I'll just have time to get showered and dressed to
get myself there in time. Would you mind picking them up in about forty
"No problem, James.
We'll see you there." He said. He hit the off button and
called Mutt to tell him the plans.
"No problem, Chief.
I'll meet you at the bungalow in a few minutes."