called you.”
“I just used his name ’cause I knew you wouldn’t argue
when I said we had to come here.”
Zane searched Ty’s eyes for any hint of a lie, but saw
nothing to indicate one. He gave the stairwell door another
hard glare. He knew what he’d seen. Why the hell was Richard
Burns in Baltimore on a Friday night? And why wouldn’t he
come say hello? What was brewing? The elevator dinged and
Ty stepped in, holding the door.
“Zane?”
Zane nodded, eyes still on the stairwell as an uneasiness
began to settle in his chest.
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Chapter 2
y began to laugh when the Valkyrie turned toward the
T waterfront instead of the row house.
“He’s actually going back to the hotel,” Ty muttered,
following in his old Mustang.
By the time Ty found a spot for the car, Zane had already
disappeared inside. Ty gave the front of the car a pat as he
walked by. He’d intended to spend the Easter weekend
working on her, since he’d only managed to restore the
mechanical and interior parts so far, but he had a feeling Zane
had other plans. Ty strolled into the lobby, expecting Zane
to be waiting for him, but he didn’t catch sight of his partner
anywhere.
“Special Agent Grady?” a woman asked from the front
desk.Ty walked over, still grinning.
“Your partner said to give this to you,” the young woman
said with a polite smile. She handed him a room key.
“Thank you.” Ty turned toward the elevators as he
searched for the room number on the envelope. He’d gotten a
suite. “Jesus, Zane. You go all out, don’t you?”
He hadn’t even gotten through the door of the suite when
he was grabbed and shoved against the wal . Hands found
their way under his tailored suit and lips pressed against his.
“Zane,” Ty gasped.
“You better hope it is,” Zane growled. “You ready to be
fed cake?”
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Ty grinned, looking into Zane’s nearly black eyes. He
dragged his fingers over Zane’s shoulder, tugging at his dress
shirt, enjoying the way Zane’s eyes were drawn to his lips
when he licked them.
Zane’s voice dropped. “And some cream too?”
“Bad pun penalty,” Ty announced in the deep tones of a
sportscaster as he held up an imaginary red card.
Zane grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the wal .
“Oh, punish me,” he said as he started unbuttoning his shirt
with his other hand.
“I think I’m the one being punished.” They both laughed.
Ty tugged Zane’s shirt out of his pants and ran his hand
up Zane’s belly. Zane pressed against him and dragged his lips
over Ty’s. His grip tightened on Ty’s wrist and Ty’s heart sped
up. This first round was going to be hard and messy, he could
tell that much.
“Let’s get to the bed,” he managed to grumble. “Last time
we did this against a wal , my calves cramped for a week. And
my back has been killing me the last couple days.”
Zane chuckled and nodded. He put his lips against Ty’s
ear, then cupped Ty through his trousers. “Tell me where you
disappeared to tonight.”
Ty huffed against Zane’s cheek. “You think you can
torture me for information?”
“Yeah I do.” He nipped at Ty’s ear, and a shiver ran all the
way to Ty’s toes.
Ty tried to laugh, but it came out as a gasp as Zane
squeezed him again. “I had to get your orchid from the car.”
Zane turned his head to brush his nose against Ty’s cheek.
He was humming, as if trying to decide whether to accept Ty’s
explanation. He finally chuckled, then ran his hand up and
down Ty’s torso and kissed him.
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“You’re lying.” Zane’s harsh whisper broke the kiss. Ty
groaned. “What were you up to?”
Ty slung his free arm over Zane’s shoulder, holding on
tight. “You always know.”
“You have a tell.”
Ty laughed, then sighed. “If I tell you now, you promise
to still fuck me?”
“Depends,” Zane growled.
“Mac pulled me aside. He said we’re going to have to start
looking at options that