Page 104 of Big Britches

“I look forward to it.”

“We’ve got the schools because, well, football,” he said, needing no more explanation there. “I spoke with Principal Bradley about a contract. He seemed thrilled to have the Shepherd name connected with the school again. He’s already asking me how soon before Tucker can play.”

Pedro rolled his eyes.

“And, of course, Barb will let us have the Hawthorne House.”

“Those are all big accounts,” Pedro said. “They’re also all Silas’s.”

“Were.”

“Does he know yet?”

"I told him. In fewer words."

“He’ll have to start all over.”

“Or find another town. I really don’t care.”

Pedro’s brow furrowed, his expression conflicted.

“He falsely accused you of a felony and had you put in jail,” Titus said, enunciating each syllable for exaggerated clarity.

“I know. I’m just?—”

“Kind. Another reason I love you. But I refuse to be kind when someone attempts to destroy what we have. Silas Compton will regret the day he ever tried. It also feels a little like retribution for Timmy, the kid he beat up in school. I don’t like bullies.”

“What about us being a couple? You don’t think that will deter business?”

Titus shrugged. “Maybe some. That’s why it’s good to have Alden on board. Nostalgia sells. We led the high school dream team. People remember that.”

“But my name is on the logo too. First, in fact.”

“That’s because it’s my gift to you. If people don’t like it… well, tough. I want to make this town more inclusive. It’s a lofty goal, I know. But I’m hoping you’ll help me lead by example. No shame. We’re a couple. If people can’t handle it, then they can move on.”

“I’m proud to be your man, Titus.”

“I’m proud to be your man, Pedro.”

“My mother is going to love you.”

Titus sat straight up, wide-eyed. “Wait. How long did you say until you can apply for citizenship?”

“Two and a half years to go, plus it takes about six months to process getting her over here.”

“Three years?!” Titus blurted. “That’s way too long.”

“Not if I’m with you, my amazing man who takes care everything. She can visit some in the meantime.”

Pedro pulled Titus back down. They kissed deeply, pressing their bodies together, Pedro relishing the weight of Titus’s immense frame, forcing him deeper into the mattress. And even though he knew Titus was ready for love—feeling the oh-so-sweet and promising swell in his boxers—Pedro sensed that his lover’s mind was elsewhere, calculating ways to cheat time.

Epilogue

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

“How do you like it?”

The question was for Alejandra Torres, Pedro’s mother, at first sight of the pool house.