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Chapter 5 = Carlos is getting a pedicure before his wedding, but he can't relax because he's dying to know what all Iris told TK.
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As the pedicurist walked away to work on other customers, Carlos closed his eyes, trying to focus on the feel of the warm water on his bare feet. He knew he wasnât supposed to be thinking about the wedding, but he couldnât help it. Was everything getting done? Were there any problems setting up everything? Carlos longed to check his phone, but Iris had taken it from him back at the loft, insisting she could monitor any texts to make sure he wasnât missing anything important. However, how could he be sure sheâ
âStop.â
The sound of Irisâs voice made Carlos open his eyes and turn to her. âStop what?â
âStop worrying about what all needs to be done,â Iris stated. âTK is taking care of everything.â
âRight. TKâs in charge.â Carlos smiled, playfully explaining, âWhich, as you know, is exactly why Iâm worrying.â
Because, as Iris had once pointed out, TK was a hot mess! How could she have allowed him to be in charge of something so important?
She merely shrugged, pointing out, âHe has help. His dad seems capable. And your mom is there, too.â
His mom...
A wave of grief and regret once again washed over Carlos as he thought about his mom trying to organize everything. She had been through so much these last few days, maybe they shouldâve delayedâ
âThis is exactly the kind of distraction your mom needs right now,â Iris pointed out, as if reading his thoughts. âRemember how obsessed she got over our wedding? And this one actually means something. So today she can put all her grief aside and focus on giving her son the perfect wedding.â
And distract herself from the fact that her husbandâs murderer was still out there somewhere, Carlos silently finished for her.
Though perhaps Iris was right. Perhaps distraction was exactly what his mom needed right now.
It had certainly been the right thing for him this morning. Sitting in their old booth at the Star Seeds Cafe, heâd momentarily forgotten about all the wedding prep as he and Iris had talked and laughed about the good ole days, about how they used to stay up all night talking about boys...
and certain TV shows.
Carlos suddenly flashed back on the loft, on TKâs teasing grin.
âSo...how much did you tell TK?â Carlos tentatively asked.
Iris seemed to instantly sense what was concerning him.
âI didnât tell him about the fanfic, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
It wasâat least, in partâand Carlos gave a small sigh of relief.
Although that wasnât the only detail of his past he was embarrassed to have TK know.
âAnd...the other stuff?â
âWhat other stuff?â
Her tone was casual, but it was clear from her look that she knew exactly what he was referring to.
âYou know.â He gave her a pointed look, but she merely raised her eyebrows, daring him to say it.
Damn her!
Carlos lowered his voice as he merely asked, âChicago Fire?â hoping that would be enough.
Apparently it wasnât because Iris didnât respond, obviously waiting for him to say the rest, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
He couldnât believe she was going to force him to say it directly.
Just like sheâd forced him to admit, âIâm gay,â all those years ago.
But just as that had needed to be said, so, too, did the answer to his burning question, and obviously she wasnât going to respond until he actually asked.
Rolling his eyes in frustration, Carlos leaned over, whispering, âDid you tell TK about my...uh...firefighter fixation?â
As a teen, Carlos had become completely obsessed with Chicago Fire...and not just because it was something manly he could watch with his dad. The hot, buff men on the show were something that Carlos dreamed aboutâliterally and figurativelyâand he had often joked with Iris that perhaps he should set fire to his own house in order to meet a real firefighter!
But now, having experienced a real fire firsthandâhaving almost been responsible for killing both TK and himself because he hadnât stashed a fire extinguisher upstairsâCarlos was relieved his horny teen self had never gone through with his ridiculous plan.
And luckily, heâd gotten to hook up with a real firefighter anyway.
Though he certainly didnât want TK knowing about the fanciful sexual daydreams of 16-year-old Carlos.
And apparently he didnât.
âNo, of course I didnât tell him that,â Iris stated, as if she was offended by the mere suggestion. âSome things are sacred between BFFs.â Her eyes twinkled once again before adding, âThough Iâve been dying to know, ever since I met TK, whether he lived up to all your teen fantasies.â
Carlos couldnât help but smile. âOh yeah!â
That first night in the honky-tonk bar, Carlos had tried to act all suave and casual when asking the hot young firefighter to dance, but inside, his little fannish heart was jumping for joy. He was dancing with was a real-life Casey, a real-life Severide.
Could life get any better than this?
Of course, Carlos now knew the answer was yes. Four years later and the two of them were getting married this afternoon. It was something heâd never even dared to dream.
âSo,â Iris began, grinning at him. â20 questions?â
Carlos shook his head. Back in high school heâd often been reluctant to talk about his feelings, reluctant to say the words aloud, so Iris had begun playing 20 questions with him.
It wasnât the traditional game, where sheâd try to deduce what object he was thinking of. Instead, sheâd merely asked yes or no questions about what was going on in his head, what he was feeling, what he was longing to do to the boys he had crushes on, so he didnât have to say the words aloud.
But surely theyâd outgrown that by now.
Besides, some parts of his relationship with TK should remain just between him and his soon-to-be husband.
âI donât kiss and tell,â Carlos playfully replied.
Iris raised a doubtful eyebrow. âYou did with Darnell Murray.â
âShh!â Carlos frantically shushed her, nervously looking around the nail salon. Although he hadnât heard the name of his high school crush in years, it was possible the star football player might still be in town, and Carlos was certain Darnell wouldnât want anyone to know about their late night hookup under the bleachers after Homecoming.
Iris nodded, recalling, âThatâs right. If I remember correctly, there was no actual kissing involved, at least not on theââ
âIris!â
Obviously she hadnât forgotten his answers to those particular 20 questions!
And she was liable to continue blurting out his sexual history to the entire nail salon if he didnât distract her with something new.
So he reluctantly conceded, âGo aheadâyou can ask your 20 questions about TK.â
Iris smiled, as if sheâd known sheâd win, before asking, âSo what does TK stand for?â
Carlos opened his mouth, about to answer, when he stopped himself. He shook his finger at her, saying, âYou know the rules. Yes or no questions only.â Plus, Tyler Kennedy was printed on the wedding invitationâhadnât she even read it?
Iris rolled her eyes. She took a moment to think before asking, âDid you know he was a firefighter when you hooked up?â
âYes.â Carlos grinned, remembering the hot firefighter standing next to him that night on the side of the road, watching together as the new fire chief rescued a baby from a tree.
âDid you get to see him in his uniform?â
His grin grew even bigger at the happy memory. âYes.â
âDid you make him leave his fire hat on when you hooked up?â
Carlos could feel his cheeks suddenly burn with embarrassment. Iris knew him too well. She clearly remembered his favorite scene from season oneâSeveride making out with some girl (Carlos didnât even remember the characterâs name) who had insisted he leave his hat onâand remembered how Carlos had always said heâd do the same if he finally got together with a firefighter.
Though he could honestly answer her question, âNo.â
âSo he obviously wasnât in uniform when you hooked up,â Iris correctly deduced before asking, âDid you hook up the first night you met?â
Carlos paused, not certain how to answer. They certainly hadnât had sex that first night, but the heat theyâd generated together on the dance floor had definitely meant more than a casual conversation. âNot exactly.â
Iris looked almost proud of him. âSo you actually dated and got to know him first?â
Carlos blushed once again, thinking about how, only days later, he and TK hadnât even bothered with dinner before practically breaking down the door to his loft, eager to connect.
âNot exactly.â
âWhat color do you want?â
Carlos jumped at the unexpected question as the pedicurist suddenly appeared at his side, thrusting a keyring with sticks of colored fingernails in front of him.
âWeâll finish this later,â Iris said, clearly recognizing that he didnât want to discuss this topic in front of others.
He appreciated her discretion and decided to reward her later by giving her all the juicy details when they were alone.
And maybe heâd even show her the hot pics heâd saved on his phone of shirtless TK donning his sexy fire hat.