Chapter 17Greg finished the hard sauce for the pie as he heard the garage door open. Cisco came in stamping his feet on the mudroom floor mat. “It snowed again,” he commented as he removed his outerwear.
Greg took his coat, scarf and hat, shook off the snow, and put them in the closet. He gave Cisco a kiss. “Your Manhattan will be ready in a minute. Do you want me to run you a bath?”
“No Manhattan tonight. We’re doing a scene, remember.” Cisco smiled thinking of the surprise he had for his boy. “You go up and use the shower, unless you’re already clean.”
“I’m clean, Sir. I’ve been doing it in the afternoon since you’ve been coming home early.” Greg blushed.
“Good boy. You are so thoughtful and put my needs first.” Cisco smiled again and ruffled Greg’s hair.
“You’re my Sir, of course I
