kbois

Nothing is ever clear cut in my stories. I like subtle. Except when I blindsided y'all. That's fun.

Is it just me or does Owen seem too goody-two-shoes for an affair?

I do math. Me and numbers are sworn enemies.

But then you wouldn't have any more chapters and no more future stories.

Owen's status will remain uncertain until Troy's next chapter. (Which I'm still tweaking tbh) Food porn . Absolutely. I make a killer lemon pepper chicken linguine (or fettuccini, whatever noodles are on hand...but they have to be flat!) and yeah.. the mayo frosting is an insult to cake. Sorry. Predictions...erm... conspiracy theories are always welcome. .once in a while one of you gets it right.

Get out!

I don't think he'd really mind being the other man. He backed away because it was the right thing to do. He's already admitted that he didn't contact Troy at any point because all he wanted was Troy's happiness. By pushing Troy away, he put the ball in Troy's court. It's up to Troy to choose his own path.

That's ALWAYS an option.

Not a snowballs chance in Hell. A morning person I am not.

Nah...you're safe sleeping in until 5am

Eh, I don't do the PI route. But Troy and Owen have been drifting, even though neither of them truly realizes it.

And you won't find out until Troy's next chapter.

I have a whole hidden stash of monkey wrenches....bwaahahahaha!!!

I basically took every ball and threw them up in the air all at once. @weinerdog will be mighty confused.

Yep. Troy has some 'splaining to do. Looks like @weinerdog isn't the only one in the doghouse!

It only took 6 comments that really don't count before we get the first real comment on the story. It seems like the tables have turned and Miles is the one who is more clear-headed. He did the right thing by pushing Troy away. It's Troy's turn to have to figure things out.

Dropped this one a few minutes early to try to catch that short-legged critter off guard.

TROY “Hey, I’m going to run out to the store for some lemons. I’m making that lemon pepper linguine we love. Do you need anything?” Owen didn’t glance up from the stack of papers he was grading. “Um, no. I can’t think of anything.” I kissed the top of his head and grabbed my keys from the bowl on the table by the door, humming as I headed to my truck. As I was buckling my seatbelt, my phone pinged. I swiped it open, thinking Owen was texting me something he wanted. Instead, it was

I once had extremely difficult clients in front of me acting like the world owed them everything. They yelled at me for things I had absolutely no control over (a flight diversion due to weather), traffic at their destination, and kids running down the hallway of their hotel, and too many people at Disney (they went over Christmas break.... You can't pay me enough to venture there during that time) I listened, I commiserated, I kept my cool. They left somewhat placated. As soon as they were out the door, I calmly got up, walked to the back, made sure the door was closed and let loose a barrage of colorful insults peppered with language not safe for work. My boss happened to have seen everything and had followed me to the back, to make sure I was ok, and therefore he heard every single word of my tirade. As soon as I finished ranting and took a breath to reset myself, he looked at me (who was now calm and collected) and said.... "I've never seen anyone flip a switch so fast in my life. I'm impressed." So yeah, flipping on and off in the blink of an eye is an ingrained talent.

Again.... I would be banned if I posted what's really going thru my head.

Lynn went through a lot. We can only hope that she's doing okay wherever she may be. Virginia is coming up. Next chapter.

There's so many retorts for that statement. Every single one of which would get me banned.

Liar. The deluxe revolving, climate controlled doggy door has been fully operational. You're just incorrigible.