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Bovian Image - 23. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
The traffic was a nightmare.
Cole found himself wishing for Ahmon’s mad driving skills when the forty-minute mark he’d given Savan passed and he still had about halfway to go. One speeding ticket and an angry series of honks for cutting people off in traffic, he finally made it to the bloody airport. It was already seven o’clock in the evening. It seemed as though the entire nation was traveling at night. How frustrating.
Parking in the short-term lot, Cole rushed into the arrivals lobby hoping that Savan hadn’t decided to leave. He’d spent an hour and thirty minutes on the road. Calling the number Savan had used, he cursed when it rang unanswered.
Trying again, Cole looked around the waiting lobby and when no one answered his call, he sighed in defeat. Putting the phone in his jacket pocket, he wondered if Savan’s flight was delayed.
Savan would have waited for him.
“Hey, Cole. You’re late.”
Turning around, Cole smiled when he saw his elusive lover sitting on a wide bench by the windows, his feet folded.
In ink black jeans, jacket and boots, Savan hardly looked like the executive he was supposed to be. His hair was black and wild, falling over his eyes again, Cole thought with a shake of his head.
God, he’d missed looking at Savan.
The earrings were back, down Savan’s left earlobe. He was chewing a licorice stick, and didn’t move when Cole walked to him.
Savan’s eyes narrowed at him then he pointed to the watch at his wrist.
“You’re an hour late. We need to show you how to drive.”
“You mean Ahmon’s type of driving skills? He’s a maniac on the road.” Cole smiled, crouching down so that he was looking up into Savan’s face. He placed a hand on Savan’s knee. “I missed you so much.”
The scent of licorice filled his nostrils when Savan wrapped his arms around him in a hug. Cole closed his eyes when Savan buried his face into his shoulder with a soft sigh. His warm breathe tickled Cole’s neck. The busy airport faded away as he held Savan in his arms too.
Rubbing Savan’s back, Cole felt his heart fill with contentment.
“I’m sorry for everything,” Savan murmured after a while, his voice soft at his ear. “I didn’t mean for you to be caught up in the madness.”
“We should talk in a quieter place.”
Cole started to pull back but Savan wouldn’t let him.
“Please, listen to me.” Savan insisted. “You got me through those three days with that maniac. All I could think about was that short vacation we took to your home. And that Sunday morning, lazing away the hours in your bed. Do you remember that morning?”
“I remember.” Cole opened his eyes, his fingers sweeping into Savan’s hair. “That day got me through too, my love. I was worried sick, they kept saying you might die. It was hell.”
“Thank you for staying with my father through it,” Savan said. “I have no more secrets, Cole, I promise. I don’t have any other aliases. No one planning to kill me that I know of.”
Letting go, Savan sat back on the bench and looked into his eyes.
“Uh, I do have a shadow you’re going to have to put up with. He comes with the package.”
Savan nodded to his left and Cole turned to see a bald headed man standing a few feet away in a black long coat.
It was Han.
Frowning, Cole turned to Savan to find him holding out his right hand. The silver rings on Savan’s hand shining in the light. Amused by the gesture, Cole obliged him, holding the slender fingers in his.
Savan smiled then, the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen on Savan’s handsome face.
“Hi, I’m SarEr Nan, but most people know me by my alias, Savan Bovian. I think you’re really hot and I love you.”
“I love you too, and I’m not letting you walk—” before he could say more, Savan pressed hot lips on his, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
Forgetting they were in an airport, Cole closed his eyes and basked in Savan’s declaration, kissing Savan back.
The past didn’t matter, he thought with a smile. Having Savan in his arms, was all he ever wanted. They would sort out the rest in time.
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The End
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