Free Unobtainable by Jennifer Rose Page A

say stays in this room, between the five of us, agreed?” Harley asked, waiting while everyone gave their word. “There will be a wedding this Saturday as planned, except there will no guests other than the immediate Michaels family.”
    “Who did you find to marry my little brother?” Clayton was the first to ask, his lip curled into an unbelieving smirk.
    “ I am going to marry Dyson on Saturday,” Harley said, raising his chin in a strong defiant stance.
    Jaws dropped, eyes bugged out and the gasps from my three brothers were ear-piercing.
    “I’m doing this for Dyson, no one else. I’m not getting paid nor do I have a hidden agenda. I have not been bribed nor blackmailed into doing this. He is my friend and that is all any of you need to know. So if you’ll excuse us, I believe this meeting is over.”
    Harley took my hand and pulled me to my feet, my legs felt like rubber and I wasn’t sure they were going to hold me up for long, but my heart was overflowing with admiration as well as a large dose of constricting fear, because my beautiful god was backing me as no one else ever had in my lifetime. He was the most unselfish, generous, noble man I could have wished to call my friend.
    As we were leaving the room, Harley turned and glared at each of them before speaking, “By the way…we will be taking the rest of the week off to prepare for Saturday. I know you’re taking care of everything regarding the wedding EJ, and we appreciate that, but we have honeymoon plans to make and Dyson will be busy moving in to my place before we meet with your grandfather’s attorney. See you all on Saturday at five. Remember, only family in attendance.”
     

Chapter Five
    ~Dyson~
     
    “Wait,” I stopped, as Harley proceeded into his office.
    When I didn’t follow, Harley came out of his office, taking me by the front of my jacket and pulling me in behind him. I dug in my heels as he shoved me forward and closed the door.
    “Problem?” he asked, taking a seat at his desk and rummaging in his top drawer.
    “Yeah, there kinda is,” I said, amazed that he was acting suddenly so casual. “I can’t move in with you, I don’t want to give up my apartment. Besides, if we do get married on Saturday, it won’t be the real deal.”
    “ When we get married on Saturday,” he said, taking his phone from the drawer and texting while he spoke. “Won’t the lawyer question us having two residences?”
    “Oh, yeah.” I hadn’t thought of that, damned lawyer.
    As Harley texted away, I studied him trying to think what it would be like to live with him. Was he a morning person, did he roll out of bed chipper or was he moody and brisk, not talkative until he had that first morning cup of brew? Did he drink coffee? Yes he did, I had seen him pouring himself a cup of coffee in the lunch room a few times.
    Was he a pajama man or did he sleep in the buff? And what did he look like naked? I remembered our drunken night but the visuals were slightly blurred. My mouth curled up at the corners when I imagined a gruff and grumbly Harley and morning sex.
    “Mr. Michaels,” Harley spoke, pulling me from my dirty little day dreams. “Care to share what that smiles all about?”
    “No,” I chuckled, and sat down in the chair across from him. “Seriously though, I can’t just up and move, my landlord would have a stroke.”
    “You have a lease?”
    “No, a month to month, but still, Mrs. Grayson’s been really good to me and I’m kind of attached to the place. I’ve been living there for years. It’s quaint, it’s my little fleabag attic apartment, I moved into it straight out of college. I’ve never lived anywhere else. ”
    “Well I can’t move into an attic apartment, I need room to move. My place has two bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms and it’s huge. The bonus with my place is that I have no neighbors to worry about. It’s within walking distance to work and its right downtown, everything’s right there.