After months of searching, he'd finally settled on an uptown apartment. Sleek and modern, with living space and two bedrooms on the main floor, and a loft bedroom suite upstairs. He was paying out the ass for it, but it gave him enough room for the kid and the nearly 24/7 nanny, without having to give up his privacy completely.
He'd stayed in the night before, and surprisingly, the night before that, and after work, he'd sent the nanny home for a few hours-- She'd agreed that he could call later, if he decided to, "go out and do whatever it is you do."
Standing in the dining room over a spread of ad proofs, he smoked a cigarette near an open window, while Gus sat in his Jumperoo in the living room, babbling to himself. At the knock, Brian arched a brow, crushing out the cigarette and wandering shirtless toward the door to check through the peephole.
Opening the door a crack, he leaned against the frame, looking Max over from head to toe and drawling, "Can I help you?"
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He'd stayed in the night before, and surprisingly, the night before that, and after work, he'd sent the nanny home for a few hours-- She'd agreed that he could call later, if he decided to, "go out and do whatever it is you do."
Standing in the dining room over a spread of ad proofs, he smoked a cigarette near an open window, while Gus sat in his Jumperoo in the living room, babbling to himself. At the knock, Brian arched a brow, crushing out the cigarette and wandering shirtless toward the door to check through the peephole.
Opening the door a crack, he leaned against the frame, looking Max over from head to toe and drawling, "Can I help you?"