Page 23 of Finding Isaac (Foggy Basin Season Two)

Isaac

“Are you leaving?” I blurted out.

“What? God no. Even if I didn’t work there, I’m not leaving Foggy Basin,” Tig said.

“What’s going on with your job?” I was so anxious now I couldn’t contain it. I needed to know what was happening.

“They offered me a permanent position, but I wasn’t sure you wanted to work with me that long or—”

“Are you kidding me?” I jumped on his lap and cut off his words. “I love you being there.” I kissed him all over his face, making him laugh.

“How has your job been going?” I asked because he rarely talked about it once we left work. I knew he liked what he was learning but I didn’t know if he wanted to keep doing it.

“When I first started, I knew I could do it, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

The manager had all but decided I’d be Roger’s replacement without bothering to ask me if that’s what I wanted.

But I do like it, and I learn more every day.

There is always something that either needs maintenance or fixing daily. ”

“Sounds like job security,” I said. “Are you sure you’re okay if we work together? I don’t want to risk it if you think it’ll be too much.”

“Now you’re being too much. Haven’t you learned yet? I’m an open book, if it bothered me, I’d either tell you or find another job. Plus, it’s not like we work together. I haven’t seen you working since that first day.”

“That’s true, and everyone knows we’re seeing each other, and no one seems to mind,” I said and rubbed his legs since he was still straddling me.

“That’s because every last one of them knows I won’t sit back and tolerate any hate they might want to throw at me. I was small when I was in school, but it didn’t stop me from kicking ass when I needed to.”

“Foggy has changed so much. It’s so much more welcoming now than I remember it being when I was young.” I thought of the times I didn’t feel welcome here, but it was because I hadn’t grown up here. And as far as the other kids at school were concerned, I was an outsider. But not Hudson.

“I’ve heard that, but through the years it has changed.

You know Mr. Atkins and his partner had a lot to do with that.

They were here long before us,” I said. “He told Jack and Hudson about how they were afraid to let anyone know they were together, but the older they got the less they cared until finally they didn’t hide it at all.

Turned out most people suspected and didn’t mind.

The ones that did kept their mouths shut. ”

“I remember seeing them walk around town all the time. I never knew they were a couple,” Tig said.

“You should talk to him sometime, he’s got some great stories, and he’s encouraged Jack and I to get into some good trouble now and then,” I said and thought back on how many times we’d plotted with him sitting out in front of Nuts and Bolts.

“I love you,” Tig said, and even if I hadn’t heard him, I’d know by the way he looked at me.

“I know, and I love you too. I’m ready for bed.”

Tig smirked and stared at me for a moment. “It’s still early.”

“I’m really tired,” I said and stretched my arms above my head while grinding my ass as close to his dick as I could get.

“Why do I have a feeling neither one of us is going to get much sleep tonight?”

“Well, if you’re too tired we can just go to bed. Like I said, I’m really tired.” My hips moved in a slow circle over his dick that was now half hard, and he hissed while trying to hold me in place.

“I’m suddenly very tired myself,” Tig said through clenched teeth before pulling me close enough to kiss down my neck.

“Really?” I breathed out. “I’m wide awake.”

“Let’s go out to breakfast,” Tig said.

“That sounds good, I haven’t been out to breakfast in a while.”

“Well, it’s time I start taking my boyfriend out and showing him a good time,” Tig said. “Why don’t we go to Miller’s Point? There’s a new breakfast place that opened there.”

“You showed me a really good time last night, but I’m not opposed to you feeding me. Do you mean Omelets and Lattes?”

“Yes, someone at work mentioned it. I guess a couple of sisters opened it recently.”

“Yeah, they did.” I didn’t normally share about my family, but Tig was different, and it was time to let him know even more about me. “It’s two of my sisters. Jen and Bex, they both love to cook, and they’ve always wanted to open a restaurant.”

“I don’t know anything about your family. Do they live in Foggy Basin?” he asked.

“No, we’re originally from Miller’s Point. Some of us went to school here and others stayed there,” I said.

“How many siblings do you have?”

“A lot,” I mumbled and hated this part.

“Same as me, how many is a lot?” Tig asked again.

“There’s ten of us,” I said and waited for the reaction that happened every freaking time. Shock, dismay, worry, or all of the above.

“We have seven,” he casually said, and checked his pocket for his keys.

“Holy shit, we’re our own small town,” I said unable to contain my shock.

“Yeah, I guess we are. Come on, let’s go eat.” We hurried out to his truck and drove down the gravel road that would eventually lead to town.

“Where does your family live?” I asked because now I was curious too.

“They’re scattered all over the place. Some are back east, some are still here in California. I have cousins who live in Foggy Basin, my parents live closer to Sacramento,” Tig said.

“No shit? I thought you had no family, or if you did, they were living somewhere really far away.”

“What made you think that?” he asked.

“You never talk about them.”

“Neither do you,” he said and grinned at me.

“Because mine are right here and drive me crazy at least once a day.”

“Why haven’t I met any of them?”

“You probably have but didn’t realize it,” I mumbled.

“There might be one of them helping Jen and Bex. Some of the younger ones have been working at their restaurant.” It was strange to talk about my family and who he might meet.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to meet them, it was just new to me, and they were going to give me such a hard time.

“Don’t worry, I won’t give them any ammunition,” he said.

“What?” I had no clue what he meant by that.

“I know exactly how it is in a big family. First, they’re going to tease you about being on a date with your boyfriend, then they’ll ask if we’re getting married soon, then they might ask some other more embarrassing stuff just to get your reaction. Am I right?”

“Oh my god the girls are the worst, and they’re the oldest,” I admitted and tried not to think of all the times they’d ganged up on me. I loved my sisters, but they could be a lot.

“I have an older sister too, I get it.” I hoped he did because he was about to have a trial by fire served over breakfast whether he was ready or not.