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Take Me Down – Mychael Black
Hearth & Home 4
Ten years have passed, and Robbie and Seth are still as strong as they’ve always been. As they navigate their everyday lives and explore new avenues of their relationship, life decides to throw them a few curve balls. Between meeting a family member they never knew existed to experiencing utter heartbreak, they find solace and strength in each other and their family and friends. Nothing is ever easy in life, but having one another makes it a bit more bearable.
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“Welcome to Days Inn. Can I help you?”
“Yes, ma’am. I have a reservation — Bret Cartwright.”
“Ah, there you are,” the young woman said. She had him sign for everything then handed him the key card. “Room 23, just down the hall and last door on the left.”
He thanked her and headed for his home for the next two weeks. The drive from Texas took forever, but he didn’t mind so much. He’d needed the time to think, to mull over what to say. Now that he was here, he still had no idea.
Bret slipped the key card into the lock, waited for the click and green light, then pushed the door open. A typical hotel room, it held the usual furnishings. What he wanted, however, was a shower. Maybe then he could think.
After tossing his suitcase onto the bed, he made a beeline for the bathroom. He started up the water and undressed. One glance at the mirror confirmed how bad he needed to shave, too. He stepped into the tub, pulled the curtain closed, and just let the warm water soothe aching muscles. His nerves were another matter.
He washed quickly, then shaved at the sink with a towel around his hips. By the time he finished, it was already five-thirty. He dressed and sat on the bed, hair still damp while he pulled up Google on his phone.
Triskele. It sounded Celtic, or so he thought. He found the place’s website and dialed the number.
“Triskele Tattoos,” a man answered. “Name’s Seth. How can I help you?”
For a moment, Bret’s heart just stuck in his throat. Finally coming to his senses, he asked, “What time do you close?”
“Six, but we open at nine in the morning. Can I set you up for an appointment?”
“No. I’ll just drop by. Thanks, though.”
“Sure thing! See you tomorrow. Thanks for calling.”
Bret hung up and, for a few seconds, could only stare at the phone. It was now or never. He grabbed his wallet and keys, then headed out.
About twenty minutes later, Bret sat in his truck and stared up at the tribal-lettered sign reading ‘Triskele Tattoos.’ This was it. He got out and took a deep breath. Shit, what the hell was he doing here? Before he could chicken out, though, a couple of guys walked out of the door, and Bret found himself staring into eyes he swore he’d seen before.
“Excuse me,” the man said with a smile and a nod. “Can I help you? We’re just closing shop for the night.”
“I’m looking for someone. His name is Seth Ellis.”
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