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“Sometimes. Anything not to have the business destroyed under us. I don’t think the man is joking when he says the value of the Lagoon is going down the longer we hang on.”
    “We could go next door and say yes.”
    “What? Now?”
    “Yes.” Nibs held out his hand. “Let’s do it.”
    “But….” Wig trailed off.
    “What do you want to do, Nibs?” Paul asked. “And I don’t mean what you think you’re being forced into.”
    “You’re a policeman. I can’t tell you,” Nibs growled.
    Paul smirked. “Well, then, we just have to find other means of helping you.”
    “This is your holiday, darling,” Wig said. “You should be spending it in bed with Skandik, not poking your nose in our problems.”
    “There’s plenty of time to fuck his brains out and be nosy. Who better to help you than two cops? Anyway, you’re family, and an Owens never leaves family behind.” Paul seemed excited by the idea.
    Wig was amused to see the color heat in Skandik’s cheeks as he came out of the kitchen and heard Paul’s words. Paul’s new lover was still struggling with the openness with which Liam and Sam, and Wig and Nibs lived their lives. He watched as Skandik wrapped his arms around Paul. The man was obviously learning fast.
    “They might not want our help,” Skandik said. “They might think you’re interfering.”
    Paul tilted his head to kiss Skandik’s jaw. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course they need our help.”
    “That wasn’t quite what I said.”
    “Don’t worry, Skandik, we’ve had years of the Owenses. Your best bet is to say yes and ignore them later,” Nibs said.
    Paul ignored them all. “I’m going to talk to a friend or two this afternoon. They can meet Skandik at the same time.”
    “Do I get a say in this?” Skandik asked.
    “Of course you do. You get to say yes.”
    Nibs barked out a laugh. “Skandik, start running now, mate. Because otherwise you’ll be lost forever.”
    “I think it’s too late,” Skandik murmured. “He’s got his hooks into me.”
    Wig sighed. “Young love. How sweet.”
    “Makes me want to puke,” Nibs said, but he winked at Wig because underneath the gruff exterior Nibs was the soppiest man on the planet.

Chapter 4

     
    W IG TOOK advantage of Paul holding the fort to go upstairs for a shower in his own bedroom, rather than the guest bathroom. He got the water running and looked at himself in the mirror, seeing every stress of the last twenty-four hours was etched in his face. He was over forty now, forty-two to be precise—nearly a decade older than Nibs—although most of the time he didn’t look much older than thirty. He’d been blessed with excellent bone structure and a young face. If he’d been a vain man, getting old would have been an issue. He looked after what he’d been given and accepted that time was going to take its toll. The overnight drama had added a decade to his face. Maybe Wig was vainer than he admitted, because he was pretty pissed about that. He stretched his skin around his eyes to smooth out the wrinkles.
    “You’re still gorgeous to me.” Nibs stood in the doorway, watching Wig fret.
    “Am I?”
    “Always. I’ve been besotted by you since we met.”
    Wig knew that. They’d been monogamous from the moment Nibs had declared Wig was his, and if he touched another man Nibs would kill them both. “I feel the same way about you.”
    “Kiss me.”
    Forgetting about the shower draining away, Wig stepped into Nibs’s arms and let himself be drawn into a kiss. He was naked, with Nibs’s hand cupping his arse and the other arm around his back, and Nibs’s chef’s tunic and checks rubbed against his bare skin, but he didn’t care. Nibs’s tongue thrust into his mouth demanding his full attention. Wig sucked on his tongue, accepting it, submitting to it, both of them moaning from the need.
    Nibs pressed him up against the counter and thrust a leg between Wig’s to give him something to work his hard dick against.