Between having phone s*x with his lover and becoming the sort of owner of a new condo—deep down, he’d always consider it Ransom’s—and getting utilities transferred to his name, Parrish hadn’t yet moved from Ransom’s place to his.
Considering all this, it was only logical that Parrish lost track of time.
It wasn’t until an envelope obviously holding a greeting card came in the mail and Ransom had nonchalantly told him to go ahead and open it that he realized just how much he’d lost track of time.
“Uh…it’s a birthday card.” It was pretty, covered with flowers and birds.
“Oh? Who’s it from?”
Parrish opened the card and frowned. He took it back about it being pretty. “It’s signed from Scott.” He swallowed, feeling as if he’d sucked on a lemon. “Love from Scott. Isn’t that your lawyer’s na
