Free Blood Lure by J. P. Bowie

but there was one from Jared he’d missed. He hit the voice mail button then smiled as the warm, sexy voice caressing his ear made his toes curl while he listened.
    “Joey, my meeting came to an earlier conclusion than I anticipated. I will be in LA Friday night. I know you’re visiting your parents and I hope you are having a lovely time.
    Please call me when you return. I miss your sweet lips on mine. Csokolom , Joey. That means, Bye, Joey.”
    He sat down on the edge of his bed and replayed the message. He’d decided that not only could he look at Jared forever, he could listen to him for just as long.
    I miss your sweet lips on mine.
    No man had the right to have such a sexy voice. He was hard again. He quickly punched in the number he’d programmed into his cell. Disappointed to hear the voice mail service answer, he left a message.
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    “Hey, Jared. I’ll be back Saturday night so if you’re not busy, I’d love to hook up. I’ll call you later. Miss your sweet lips too.”
    He waited for his hard on to subside then ran downstairs to find his mother settling his dad in his wheelchair. “It’s too long a walk to the park,” she explained.
    “Okay, I’ll do the pushing. Let’s go, Dad!”
    His father raised a fist in the air. “ Charge ,” he yelled as Joey pushed him through the door and down the driveway at top speed.
    “Boys, slow down,” his mother cried, but they were half way down the block before Joey slowed to wait for her.
    “Good, huh, Dad?”
    His father turned his head to look up at him. “Joey, son…”
    “What is it, Dad?” His heart constricted as he watched the light of recognition die in his father’s eyes.
    “Nothing. Something. I just can’t seem to remember.”
    “Joey…” His mother had caught up with them. “You’ll give me a heart attack making me rush like that.”
    “Sorry. I’ll slow it down.”
    They walked at a leisurely pace for a while down the street lined with age old plane and cypress trees that towered over them. Joey could remember imagining these trees as giants when he was a little boy, and even now that he was a full grown man they still seemed majestic, and just a little threatening. How many times had he and Chris played hide and seek in and out of their immense trunks, leaping out at each other and giggling for hours when either one of them would shriek with feigned surprise.
    Thinking of Chris, he asked, “Have you seen Chris’s mom and dad recently?”
    His mother nodded. “We were over at the winery a couple of weeks back. Anita’s unhappy he’s gone so much. She said it was bad enough when he went to LA, now he’s halfway round the world all the time.”
    “It’s his job,” Joey said. “He’s a lucky so and so to have such a great job, and a great boss, who is also his boyfriend.”
    “Yes, Anita did say she was very impressed when she met, uh…”
    “Carlos,” Joey prompted.
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    “Right. Of course, Anita still has a hard time thinking in those terms. In her mind Chris is still going to get married, and get her some grandchildren.”
    Joey grinned at her. “Well, he could adopt, I guess.”
    Arlene smiled at him. “Have you got yourself a boyfriend right now?”
    Not for the first time, Joey considered himself lucky that both his parents were so comfortable asking him about his dating habits.
    “Well, as a matter of fact, I met someone a few nights ago. His name is Jared. He’s Hungarian. Strangely enough, the night I met him, he introduced me to two of his friends who just happen to know Chris and Carlos.”
    “Small world,” his mother remarked.
    “They’re preparing the way.” His father turned to look up at him again.
    “’Scuse me, Dad. What did you say?”
    “What did I say? I’ve forgotten…”
    Arlene sighed. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Cross here, Joey, it’s safer.”
     
    For the next couple of days, Joey spent as much time with his father