Better Than People (Garnet Run #1) Read online Roan Parrish

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Garnet Run Series by Roan Parrish
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
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If Jack had been in fighting form, he would’ve had the towels on Bernard faster, but as it was, just as he turned to grab them, the huge dog shook himself, and Jack watched as if in slow motion as Simon got sprayed with another round of rain.

“Oh Jesus,” Jack said, as Simon slumped resignedly, but he couldn’t help but chuckle at the picture it made. Bernard, satisfied he’d wrung himself out, flopped in front of the fire to toast, which left only Puddles and Simon, leaning against each other, soaked and miserable.

“Aw, buddy,” Jack said. He was talking to Puddles, whom he approached with the towels he hadn’t been quick enough with for Bernard, but he included Simon in his sentiment, if only to himself.

He rubbed Puddles as dry as he could and then the dog slunk off to the bedroom, no doubt to soak a dog-shaped damp spot into his blanket and sheets. Making a mental note to change them later—fine, to ask Charlie to change them—Jack turned to Simon.

“Simon,” he said, and the man’s eyes met his. “Come inside, man, let me get you some dry clothes.”

Simon eyed his soaked boots, jeans, and sweater currently dripping onto the doormat. Jack wanted to tell him he’d already have to clean everything to get rid of the wet dog smell so a little more rain wasn’t a big deal. But for some reason, instead, he picked up the remaining towel from the couch and swung over to stand in front of Simon.

“Here,” he said, and he wrapped the towel around Simon’s shoulders and drew him close enough to rub his arms through it.

He heard Simon’s intake of breath and had the brief wild wonder if Simon’s mouth would taste of rain if he kissed him.

Then Simon let the breath out and leaned ever so slightly into Jack.

“Get your boots off and you can take a hot shower, okay? I’ll get you some clothes.”

Simon blinked up at him.

“Okay?”

Simon nodded and gave a ghost of a smile.

Since the first time they’d really talked the week before, they’d lingered over pickups and drop-offs, sometimes talking; sometimes Jack talking and Simon texting. Jack still couldn’t tell what made the difference in the times when Simon could speak and when he couldn’t. He appreciated the gift of Simon’s words when he managed them. But Simon via text was smart and honest and a little bit snarky, and he liked that too.

Now, standing so close, he felt like he should be able to tell whether words were forthcoming or not, as if the fanfare that announced their appearance would stir the very air between them.

But, no. He still couldn’t tell. What he could tell was that Simon was shaking with cold and his wool sweater was so sodden that it might as well have been dumping water down his back.

“C’mere, let me take this,” Jack said, tugging at the sweater. Simon’s eyelashes, spiked with rain, fluttered and he lifted his arms to help take the sweater off. It was plastered to his shirt beneath, so when the sweater came off so did it.

Jack couldn’t help but notice that Simon was lovely beneath his clothes. Angular and smoothly put together, though he was shivering. Jack dropped the sweater to the floor with a thlump and slung the towel back around Simon’s shoulders.

“Come on,” he said softly, and led the way to the bathroom.

He left Simon to his shower and fetched sweats for him to wear from his bedroom, where he did, indeed, find a sheepish Puddles on the bed.

He stroked Puddles’ damp nose and Puddles licked his hand. Worried Puddles might be chilly, Jack slung the blanket over him and gave him a rub.

“You like Simon?” he whispered. Puddles yipped. “Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

He dropped the sweats outside the bathroom door for Simon and tried not to picture the way hot water would slide down his skin. The way his dark hair would cling to his skull and show off the angles of his face.

His fingers itched for a pencil and he could almost feel the first line he’d lay down.

That was the worst part. Davis’ betrayal had been gutting, but it was something that had been done to him. Not drawing for the last eight months? Losing the joy that had carried him through the darkest times of his life? That was something he seemed to have done to himself.

In fact, in the first blush of rage that had followed Davis’ news, Jack had been full of spiteful energy. He’d determined that he’d draw the most gorgeous book Davis had ever seen and it would be the ultimate revenge. When the wind went out of those sails a week later, it had felt like something deeper was ripped away.

Because betrayal for selfish reasons was grotesque, but it was base; comprehensible. His own heart’s turn away from itself was a mystery he hadn’t yet managed to solve.



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