Bart asked as they lay wrapped in each other’s arms. Pest’s heartbeat sped up. He rolled over on his back and stared up at the ceiling. He’d promised Bart he’d tell him the whole truth, but did he have the courage to watch Bart walk away after the night they’d just spent together? How had this one human got behind all of Pest’s walls? Only his wife had ever made him feel as happy and as intense as Bart did. None of the few men and women he’d slept with since becoming a Horseman had ever caused him to consider revealing the truth. “Pest?” At Bart’s softly whispered question, Pest surrendered. His lover wouldn’t believe him, but Pest couldn’t fight Bart, plus he had promised. With a sigh, he climbed out of bed and got dressed. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t let it go. You should get dressed. This isn’t something I can discuss while naked. I’ll pour us a drink while you do so.” Bart didn’t say anything. He simply did as Pest suggested. Pest had had a bottle of whiskey delivered earlier with their dinner and he opened it, pouring their drinks when Bart got out of the bathroom.
