Warrior’s Cross

Chapter Seven

Cameron lay on his side on the couch, staring out the window at the night, though he wasn’t really seeing anything. He’d been lazy all day Saturday, and most of today as well, preoccupied with his thoughts of Julian. With his fears and questions and nerves.

With his wants.

Something about Julian made him want to just curl up in his lover’s arms and ignore the unspoken truth, whatever the truth might be, soaking in nothing but the warmth and acceptance and safety.

But he’d made himself face reality the past couple days. He truly knew next to nothing about Julian: Where he lived. What his real job was. If he had family. Why he only stayed one night and one day a week. Where he spent his time away from him. Why they never went out in public. If he were married.

Cameron made himself calm down after working himself into a tizzy. There was no reason to think Julian wasn’t on the up-and-up.

Julian had never tried to sidestep a direct question. He had merely refused to answer some of them. That wasn’t lying.

He’d not actually asked Julian where he lived. Julian admitted to having a dangerous job—one that might be dangerous to Cameron as well—and he’d even hinted that he might leave Cameron rather than see him hurt. He’d never mentioned family or friends, besides Blake.

Julian never offered excuses for why he couldn’t see Cameron more often, and he actually had asked Cameron once if he wanted to go out somewhere. And he didn’t wear a wedding ring.

Then there was Julian himself—tall, dark, mysterious.

Devastatingly handsome and as passionate in bed as he was controlled on the streets. The whole cliché. Dangerous. To others, surely, Julian had as much as told him that. But to Cameron? He didn’t think so.

Julian had never done anything to threaten or scare him, and he had even apologized on the rare occasion when he got rough, despite the fact Cameron had assured him he was enjoying it.

No, he was not afraid of Julian.

Cameron just didn’t know what to think about the rest. He wanted to believe in Julian. He loved him—desperately so. He’d just found him a handful of months ago, and this had all happened so fast. He didn’t want to let him go or be let go.

If Cameron asked more questions, asked for more explanations, would Julian change his mind and leave? Would he give him that same, lifeless look he’d given him at the party and then turn away from him?

Cameron didn’t think he could handle that.

Whether he could live and love in the dark of the truth remained to be seen.

A quiet knock on the door jostled him out of his thoughts.

Cameron’s eyes slowly slid to the door before he pushed up from the couch. The dogs were already yapping and jumping up and down.

He had to push them out of the way when he got there before he could check the peephole.

Julian stood calmly in the hallway with his head bowed, waiting. It surprised Cameron again that Julian had shaved his beard off; he’d barely noticed at the party before he’d fled to the kitchen, and then he’d forgotten. Julian still looked good. Too good. It just wasn’t fair how good-looking the man was.

Cameron swallowed and took stock of his emotions. He felt relatively calm. He was a little apprehensive, but no more nervous than usual, he supposed. He unlocked the door and opened it.

Julian looked up when the lock sounded, and he smiled tentatively when he met Cameron’s eyes. That smile helped put Cameron at ease.

He couldn’t think of Julian as a man who got nervous, but he had seen glimpses of nerves in the other man, hadn’t he? Like that smile. It seemed so normal. He smiled in return and opened the door further, enough that the dogs swarmed Julian’s feet.

Julian watched them with something like affectionate resignation.

The first step he took dragged two playfully growling dogs along with it.

Cameron chuckled and bent over to pick up Saffron and Snowflake. The fact that the dogs were so enamored of Julian was another balm. Animals were good judges of character, weren’t they?

“It’s good to see I was missed,” Julian murmured as he bent to pick up the other two dogs and stepped into the apartment.

Cameron stepped around and shut the door behind them. “You were,” he confirmed.

Julian set the dogs down and met Cameron’s eyes carefully. “Yeah?” he asked tentatively.

Holding the dogs to his chest, Cameron nodded, not looking away as he leaned back against the door.

Julian stared at him for a moment. “I’m sorry about the party,” he said quietly, without looking away from Cameron’s face.

Cameron dropped his eyes and shifted his weight uneasily. “You were working.”

“I would have warned you, if I could have,” Julian insisted. “Blake wasn’t thinking. Those people... right now I’m an unknown to them. But in a year, or a month, or a week, that might change. I can’t have them knowing how to hurt me.”

“I don’t understand,” Cameron admitted. “How could they hurt you? You said you’re not the one usually in danger.”

“They could hurt you ,” Julian answered bluntly.

Cameron’s heart was suddenly beating hard enough to make him light-headed. “How?”

Julian cocked his head and shrugged slightly, looking away as he thought about the question. “Foreclose on the condo. Make your tax records disappear and cause an audit. Implicate you in something that could send you to jail,” he murmured finally. “Someone less... principled may go so far as to physically attack you, if they wanted to send me a message.”

Cameron remembered what Julian had said about danger, but he hadn’t had any context before now. The implications of what Julian was saying made Cameron tremble and tighten his arms, enough so that one of the dogs gave a soft yelp. He flinched and squatted to set them on the floor; he stayed there, shocked.

Julian watched him helplessly. “I’m sorry,” he finally said again.

Cameron closed his arms around himself as he forced himself to stand up, but he couldn’t stop the shivers. “You knew,” he said shakily.

“You knew, when we met, when we got together, that this might happen, that I might actually get hurt by someone else because of you. But you never told me this before? Why?”

Julian closed his eyes and bowed his head, unable to answer.

“Julian?” Cameron pushed. “If you knew... then why? Why would you do that?”

“I was selfish,” Julian answered calmly. He looked back up and met Cameron’s eyes again. “And perhaps overconfident. I wanted you. I thought I could protect you.”

Cameron swallowed hard as he tried to order his thoughts. “I didn’t want to ask for more explanations,” he said. “I knew... you didn’t want to tell me. And I didn’t want you to leave.”

The words made Julian flinch slightly, and he gave an offended grunt. “I wouldn’t leave you for asking questions,” he said in a horrified voice as he focused on Cameron’s face.

Cameron felt very small as they stood opposite each other. “I didn’t want to risk it. You seemed so sure about walking away that night in the hospital, remember?”

Julian winced again and looked away, seemingly oblivious of the tiny dogs struggling to climb up his legs. He looked back at Cameron and shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he repeated regretfully. “I’d hoped that I could shield you from my life. That you understood the implications of being involved with me, what the consequences might be. I thought I could protect you. I made a mistake.”

They stood silent for long moments before Cameron spoke. “Do I need protecting?”

“Not now,” Julian answered confidently. “Not yet. That’s why I had to behave as if I didn’t know you, to keep it that way.”

Cameron’s fingers reached up to his own throat, to finger the chain of the necklace hanging there, just under his shirt collar. The warrior’s cross, meant to protect the wearer. Julian sounded certain about what he was saying, and it eased Cameron’s fears a little. “So you were protecting me,” he said slowly.

Julian’s eyes drifted down to the necklace, and then he looked back up and met Cameron’s eyes silently, not answering.

Cameron studied him as he slowly calmed down. “There’s so much I don’t know about you,” he pointed out almost accusingly.

Julian pressed his lips together, and he nodded again. “I’ll tell you almost anything you want to know,” he offered resignedly. “But you’ve got to be aware of the danger in knowing.”

“Danger? There’s always danger, Julian,” Cameron responded, his voice sad and resigned. “Even if you’re a normal, unremarkable waiter like me. You can be mugged at gunpoint. You can catch pneumonia and die. You can be hit by a bus on your way to buy groceries. Lately, I’ve thought the worst danger would be having my heart broken.”

Julian was silent for a moment. “Ouch,” he finally observed in a hurt voice.

Cameron rubbed his eyes and abruptly turned and walked toward the kitchen, where he pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses, setting them apart from each other. He braced his hands on the bar for a long moment before he opened the bottle with jerky movements and filled the glasses.

“Cameron,” Julian murmured worriedly as he followed hesitantly.

The glass tipped back for a small swallow, and Cameron’s gaze returned to Julian. He had to ask. He had to know. “Do you love me, Julian?”

Julian’s eyes flickered as he watched Cameron. “Yes,” he said with certainty.

Cameron’s eyes didn’t move. “Are you going to leave me because loving me is dangerous?”

Julian blinked rapidly and visibly fought the urge to shuffle his feet. “No,” he answered. “Not unless you ask me to,” he amended softly.

Cameron watched him speculatively before he set down his glass and gestured to the other one. “Then take off your coat and have some wine.”

Julian watched him carefully and then slowly began to move. He shrugged out of his coat, draped it over the back of a chair, and walked to the kitchen to look at Cameron across the bar. “I don’t really need anything to drink tonight,” he said with a wince.

“Had a bad night, did you?” Cameron asked in a hard voice.

Julian raised his head and met Cameron’s eyes, not answering with words or his expression.

Cameron snorted at him. “Why’d you shave?” he asked with a wave of the bottle as he started to refill his own glass.

Julian licked his lips thoughtfully and then looked down at the counter. “Just time for a change,” he answered softly. “Do you want me to grow it back?” he asked as he looked back up.

Cameron tipped his head to one side, focusing on the man across from him. “I’ll think about it,” he said. “What’s your favorite color?”

“You,” Julian answered immediately.

Cameron’s brows jerked up. “What?”

Julian smiled and lowered his head. “Green,” he answered seriously.

Cameron smiled a little. “Where are you from?”

“Just outside of Topeka,” Julian answered without hesitation. “Kansas.”

Cameron nodded and took another sip of wine. That explained Julian’s complete lack of any accent. It also probably meant that all the culture and polish he exuded was self-taught. Cameron found himself impressed just by that little fact. He searched for more questions to ask.

“Did you go to college?”

“Several,” Julian answered with a growing smirk.

Cameron smiled wryly. “Yeah, I figured.” He paused. Now that Julian was actually answering his questions, he couldn’t seem to come up with any to ask. “Do you really not like my dogs?”

Julian huffed softly and looked away, watching as the dogs romped. “I... They’re always a welcome sight.”

Cameron’s nose wrinkled. “I think you might be stretching the truth there a little.”

“Yes,” Julian admitted with a nod.

“But you’ll tolerate them.”

“Yes,” Julian agreed with a suddenly tentative smile.

“They won’t get much bigger. A couple pounds, maybe,” Cameron explained. “Eight each, tops.”

“Projectile size,” Julian murmured with a glance at the dogs again.

Cameron’s eyes narrowed in warning, but Julian just smiled at him innocently. “I would never projectile your dogs,” he promised. “Not on purpose, anyway,” he amended.

Cameron snorted softly and took another sip of wine. “Are you always so soft-spoken because of your work?”

Julian blinked at him in confusion. “I... I don’t think so,” he stammered.

“What? You didn’t realize?” Cameron asked with an amused smile. “You’re so quiet most of the time, even when you’re talking to me. The loudest I hear you is when you’re fucking me as hard as you can.”

Julian actually blushed and looked away. It was much more obvious now that he was clean-shaven. He cleared his throat. “I’ve never really thought about it,” he admitted with an embarrassed shrug.

Cameron watched him for a long moment, taking a couple long swallows of wine. “Do you like your job?” It was an echo of the question Julian had asked him months ago.

Julian hesitated only briefly before nodding. “I’m good at it,” he claimed in a voice that was barely there.

“What are you always writing in that notebook of yours?”

Cameron asked, not allowing himself to linger on what being good at Julian’s job entailed.

“Notes,” Julian answered vaguely. “Notes for jobs and assignments,” he clarified as he dug out the little moleskin notebook from an inner pocket and set it on the counter between them. He left his fingers resting on top of it. “Sometimes I work things out better if I put them in front of me, instead of letting them rattle around in my head.”

Cameron looked down at the notebook, then up at Julian warily.

“You can read it, if you want,” Julian offered quietly, and he slid the notebook across the counter and removed his hand. “There are things you may not want to see.”

Cameron shook his head and gently pushed the notebook back toward Julian, who picked it up and slid it under his lapel into the pocket once more. Cameron argued with himself about the next question, but asked anyway. “Do you know things about me that I haven’t told you?”

Julian looked at him thoughtfully for a long time. “That’s a hard question to answer,” he murmured finally.

Cameron suddenly felt very uncomfortable. What if there was something about him in that notebook? “Hard because you can’t? Or hard because you won’t?” he asked, one hand gripping the edge of the counter.

“Hard because if I say no, I’d be lying, and if I tell you yes, you’ll assume the worst,” Julian answered bluntly. “I know that you tug at your ear when you’re nervous. I know that you talk in your sleep. I know that you like to fix my tie for me, even though you fuss about it. I know a lot of things about you that you haven’t told me.”

Cameron kept his hand clamped on the counter to keep from lifting it to tug at his ear just as Julian said he would. He looked at his lover evenly, a little annoyance creeping into his eyes. “That’s a lovely, roundabout sort-of answer,” he said before sniffing. “I talk in my sleep?” he asked hesitantly.

Julian lowered his head. Disappointed that Cameron hadn’t reacted better to what he’d hoped would be something sort of romantic?

Cameron couldn’t tell. Then Julian sighed and looked back up, nodding.

Cameron glanced at the ceiling. “I’m not so sure I like that,” he muttered. “There’s no telling what I’m saying to you.” Then he stiffened. God, all the things he worried about happening to Julian, wondering what he would do if Julian didn’t come back, what he could do to keep the other man’s attention... did he voice those worries at night?

“Mostly you try to take my order and tell me to clear tables,” Julian told him, trying not to smile.

Head snapping up, Cameron looked at his lover, appalled. “No, I do not !”

Julian smiled and shrugged lopsidedly. “I’ve heard worse.”

Cameron narrowed his eyes, realizing he’d been pulled off track.

He sighed and filled up his glass, though Julian’s still stood untouched.

Julian was obviously a lot better at talking around things than he himself was. If he wanted to hide something from Cameron, he could probably do it without Cameron ever knowing. It was a sobering, depressing thought.

“What’s my favorite color?” he asked.

Julian gave a slight smile and glanced at the puppies. “Green?” he guessed as he studied them.

Cameron followed Julian’s gaze and smiled slightly as he shook his head. It was a valid guess, he supposed. The dog’s collars were blue, yellow, red, and white. No green to be found. Cameron figured a man like Julian wouldn’t be able to pick a particular dog to name after his favorite color, so he wouldn’t use that color at all. Julian was using that logic and applying it to Cameron. It was sweet, in a way, and Cameron had to fight not to kiss him for it.

“Where do you live?” he asked instead. “When you’re not here with me?”

“At home,” Julian answered as he looked back at Cameron. “What is your favorite color?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t ask very good questions, do I?” Cameron muttered after drinking down almost half his glass again. He looked back up at Julian.

In answer to his question, Cameron pulled open the collar of his shirt with one hand and brushed his fingers over the garnet stone in the pendant.

Julian’s eyes followed the movement and then drifted back up to Cameron’s in surprise. “You just need to be more specific,” he murmured in answer to the question Cameron had posed.

Cameron wondered why Julian looked mildly shocked, and he kept his fingers on the pendant, stroking the stone warmed by his skin.

His brow wrinkled as he tried to frame his next question. “More specific,” he murmured. He raised speculative eyes to Julian’s. “Will you take me home with you someday?”

Julian blinked at him and hesitated. “You’d want to see where I live?” he asked uncertainly.

“Yes,” Cameron answered, tilting his head as he looked at him. “Is that a problem?” Julian looked down, obviously trying to think it through or stall before giving an answer. Brows raising, Cameron took another big drink of wine and set down the mostly empty glass with a clink to fill it back up. Julian’s pause was not reassuring. “Is there someone else living there?” he asked, his confidence bolstered by the wine and growing unease. “Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Wife?” he asked pointedly.

Julian looked up quickly. “What?” he asked in shock.

Cameron took his time filling up his glass yet again. “It’s a yes-or-no question, Julian. Actually, they both are. Pretty specific ones,” he rambled a little before unconsciously raising a hand to squeeze the back of his neck and pull at his ear.

“You think I’m married?” Julian asked, his voice rising unusually high.

“Right now I don’t know what to think. But I do know you well enough to know that if you were going to say no, you’d have said it immediately,” Cameron claimed, waiting to see if Julian contradicted him.

Julian stared at him incredulously. “What, you think just because you hit someone with a hammer, they’re going to immediately say ‘ow’?” he asked.

“I need more wine,” Cameron muttered, filling up his half-empty glass. “You act like two totally different people sometimes, you know that?”

“What?” Julian repeated helplessly.

“All right.” Cameron said sharply, setting down his glass. “Set my mind at ease, one way or the other. Do you live with anyone else besides me on a regular basis?”

“No,” Julian answered with obvious pain in his voice. He stopped suddenly and his brow furrowed as he looked down. “Unless you count Preston,” he corrected.

“Preston? Who’s Preston?”

“My driver,” Julian said as he looked back up at Cameron almost pleadingly, the hurt still showing in the set of his shoulders. “What sort of person do you think I am?” he asked.

Cameron slumped and leaned over to hide his head in his arms on the bar. “You’re upset with me,” came out muffled.

“How long have you wondered if I was married?” Julian asked without responding to the statement. “First I was some sort of... man-whore; now I’m some asshole cheating on his wife? What else do you think of me, Cameron?”

Head snapping up, Cameron decided he was angry more than anything else. “I don’t know what I think of you, Julian! You never talk about yourself! I can’t do anything but guess!” His wine-fueled bravado suddenly waned, and he just stopped talking. “I’ve had too much to drink,” he mumbled, pushing the glass away and moving to cork the bottle.

Julian stood at the counter, staring at him and waffling between appearing angry and hurt. “Fine,” he breathed after a few tense moments of silence. “Get your fucking coat on,” he ordered as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

Cameron looked up from the bottle. Resignation was clear on his face; he knew he’d not just upset Julian. He’d made him angry. One part of him was amazed to get a new reaction out of his lover. He’d never seen him truly angry before. The rest of him just hurt and ached and sort of wanted to cry. “Why?” he found himself asking.

“Because I fucking told you to,” Julian snapped as he held the phone to his ear. He barked Cameron’s address and then jabbed the phone off angrily.

Cameron blinked in surprise at Julian for a few heartbeats before thoughtlessly moving to obey. He scooted around the bar and out into the living room to get his coat. Julian muttered to himself as Cameron moved and then began stalking toward the door.

“Make sure the dogs have food,” Julian said as he yanked the door open.

Cameron did what he was told quickly as Julian, practically vibrating with anger, waited silently. Cameron thought he might understand how Julian scared Miri, but despite how angry Julian looked and acted, Cameron didn’t feel threatened. More upset with himself and ashamed than anything. He swiped his keys off the small table at the door and stopped an arm’s length away from the other man.

Julian stared at him without saying a word. Finally, he let his eyes travel up and down Cameron and then met his eyes. “Ready?” he asked in the same low, quiet voice he always used at the restaurant. He seemed deceptively calm again.

Frowning a little, Cameron wondered where all the anger had gone so quickly. “Yes,” he murmured. Julian reached out and took his upper arm, his fingers digging into the muscle as he ushered Cameron out into the hall and closed the door with a bang behind him. He pulled him toward the stairs without another word.

Cameron didn’t resist as he shuffled along beside Julian, except to crane his neck back to make sure there wasn’t a white puffball trailing along behind them in the hallway. He realized that the anger wasn’t gone; it was just expertly masked. The fact that Julian could veil it so well bothered him more than Julian being angry in the first place. How many other times had Julian been feeling some emotion that he had suppressed and so easily hidden? The thought was disconcerting.

They stepped out of the building into the cold night just as a black Lexus pulled up in front of the building. Julian gestured to it with a low growl and moved Cameron toward the back door. Cameron glanced from Julian to the car and back, nearly stumbling into the side of the Lexus as Julian directed him along with the hand clamped around his upper arm.

Julian yanked open the back door before the driver could even get out of the car, and the blond man quietly sank back into the driver’s seat after one look at Julian. Julian growled at him and shoved Cameron into the back-seat roughly, climbing in beside him and pulling the door shut with an unsatisfying muffled thump.

“Home,” he ordered curtly, and the car pulled away from the curb.

Knowing better than to open his mouth, Cameron glanced from Julian to the driver—Preston?—and then out the window. He knew without a doubt that he didn’t want to make Julian any angrier than he already was. As much control as Julian had over his emotions, he had to be furious to be displaying even this much. Cameron wasn’t sure what he thought about the fact that it had taken getting Julian this angry to find out something concrete about him.

The city flew by in the night, eventually thinning into an old neighborhood full of refurbished turn-of-the-century mansions. The car turned into a hidden drive protected by a great stone archway and iron gate, and Preston reached out the window and slid a card past a sensor discreetly positioned near the shrubbery. The gate swung open on well-oiled hinges, and the silent driver pulled the car through and drove up to the front of the house. The Tudor house at the head of the circular drive wasn’t large by the standards of the neighborhood, but it looked somehow foreboding. It was the house on the block that kids skipped at Halloween.

Julian sat with his head bowed and his eyes closed. After a few moments of idling in the driveway, he raised his head and stared directly ahead. “Home,” he announced to Cameron quietly.

Cameron had already been staring out the window with wide eyes, which he now turned on Julian. No wonder the other man stayed with him only one or occasionally two nights a week. With this incredible house to come back to, why stay in an old, converted warehouse condo? Cameron suddenly felt his simple, lower-class lifestyle very keenly.

Julian glanced over at him carefully, almost visibly forcing the anger away. “Do you want to come in?” he asked softly.

Cameron turned his chin to look out the window at the imposing house again. His hands clenched in his coat pockets, and he shook his head jerkily. “I... I don’t belong here,” he whispered, feeling very uncomfortable.

“Does it matter to you that I love you?” Julian asked as he looked away and up at the house.

Cameron stared at Julian, wishing he could see his lover’s eyes.

“It’s the most precious thing in my world,” he answered brokenly.

“Then why can’t you believe the same of me?” Julian asked softly.

Pain cut through Cameron deeply enough that he flinched and had to look out the other window to blink away the wet in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just have a hard time understanding what someone with a life like this,” he nodded out the window, “could see in someone like me.”

“You were happier when it was just me and you in your condo,” Julian murmured with a nod as he looked up at the house sadly.

Cameron grunted in frustration. “You knew I’d feel this way,” he realized out loud. “You always know,” he said bitterly as he kept his eyes trained on the house. “You know me better than I know myself. Am I really so predictable?” he asked plaintively.

“You’re anything but predictable,” Julian muttered irritably.

Cameron couldn’t help but look back at Julian as one of his hands flew to cover his mouth and muffle a strained laugh.

“See?” Julian groaned and rubbed his eyes.

Cameron’s answer was muffled until he moved his hand and repeated himself. “See what?” He glanced out the window yet again. “I feel like Little Orphan Annie,” he muttered under his breath.

“Shut the hell up and get out of the car,” Julian grumbled as he pulled the handle and pushed open his door.

Cameron bit his lip and followed, stopping once he was standing to let his eyes track all the way up the facade of the house. “You live here alone? In this huge house?”

“The wife and kids live in that wing,” Julian deadpanned as he waved his arm carelessly to the left.

Cameron blinked at him, taken aback until Julian rolled his eyes and shook his head impatiently as he turned to start up the steps.

“I deserved that,” Cameron muttered as he walked up the stairs next to Julian.

“Yes,” Julian agreed coldly as he stopped at the front door and fished out his keys.