Not bad, just not quite familiar. Don’t lose your bearings, asshole. You ain’t all that.They had embraced Trelain for as long as even a private jet flight schedule would allow. Jesus, you would have thought they wouldn’t be seeing him for weeks instead of four days when his season ended and he’d fly back to California to be with them. But the guy just felt—what? Essential. Mac ran a hand through his too-long mop. Maybe he should try reciting a little fucking Swinburne if he was going to surrender to purple prose.He sorted through a stack of mail, mostly junk. Hell, who sent snail mail anymore? Daniel had wanted Mac to stay at the estate, but that wasn’t happening. He had work to do—yes, he could do it at Daniel’s now that he had a setup worthy of a Nobel Prize winner, but he needed to get his feet on the ground. He had to think, figure out where his place really was. He’d lulled himself into a sexual fantasy for the last week, and now he felt, what? Confused, for sure.
