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don’t involve undercover work soon.”
    Zane took a small step back, his grip on Ty’s wrist
    loosening. “Well, we knew that’d be coming soon. We’ve had
    too much exposure.”
    Ty nodded. “He said we have until November when those
    calendars hit the shelves. Then we’re off UC work and into
    strictly investigative stuff.”
    Zane chewed on his lower lip, a frown creasing his brow
    briefly before it passed and his fingers tightened against Ty’s
    wrist again. “Maybe we can start talking about the afterlife
    then.”
    A grin stole over Ty’s lips and he nodded. The afterlife.
    Their plans for when work no longer called them, for when
    they could come out and truly build a life together. That
    familiar warmth began to seep through Ty as he stared into
    Zane’s eyes. It wasn’t the blinding flare of consuming heat it
    had once been. The flash and bang were gone, but the desire
    had grown into something less glitzy and more intense. Ty
    would never get tired of feeling that way when Zane was
    close.“I love you,” Ty said, a hint of longing in his voice that he
    was surprised to hear. He didn’t want to have to wait for that
    afterlife; he wanted it now.
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    Zane took Ty’s face in his hands. “I’m not going
    anywhere.”
    Ty’s stomach flipped at the mere thought, but he nodded.
    Zane huffed, then he was against Ty again, kissing his
    neck, holding him against the wall and murmuring into his
    ear. “I have something for you. Something I need to ask you.”
    “Ask me anything,” Ty whispered.
    Zane wrapped an arm around him. Ty could feel him
    trembling. His hand delved into his pocket, searching for
    something as he gave Ty a slow, sensual kiss. The moment held
    a sudden weight, something intense enough to push aside Ty’s
    odd sense of impending trouble.
    His instincts were proven right when his phone began to
    ring.“Don’t answer it this time,” Zane murmured. His lips
    dragged against Ty’s. “Please.”
    Ty shook his head. They both knew he had to. He always
    answered his phone, no matter the time of day or what he was
    doing. Deuce was constantly complaining about Ty answering
    his calls during sex.
    Zane stepped away with a growl. His hand was still in his
    pocket. “Better not be work.”
    Ty’s eyes stayed on Zane as he stalked toward the large
    window of the suite. “Grady,” he answered, voice still hoarse.
    “Ty,” Nick O’Flaherty said in a low voice, small and
    distorted over the phone.
    “Nick?” Ty cleared his throat. It hadn’t been one of the
    ring tones Ty associated with the man.
    “I need your help.”
    The simple phrase hit Ty hard, and his stomach tumbled.
    “Why, what’s wrong? Where are you?” Ty demanded as he
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    trailed after Zane. Zane returned to his side and placed his
    hand on the small of Ty’s back, leaning close to listen in.
    “I’m in New Orleans,” Nick answered, his voice still
    pitched low. “I need you to come down here.”
    “Why, what happened?”
    “I’ve been arrested. They’re going to charge me with
    murder, Ty.”
    Ty stood in stunned silence for a few moments before
    looking up and turning to meet Zane’s eyes. “What?”
    Zane gestured for him to hit the speaker button, and Ty
    did.“I’m in jail in New Orleans,” Nick said slowly, as if
    speaking to a child. “They think I killed somebody, Ty. You’ve
    got to help me, man.”
    “What do you want me to do, come bust you out?”
    “Ty, you were assigned here for almost two years!”
    Someone yelled something unintelligible in the background,
    and when Nick spoke again his voice was lower. “I’m not
    asking you to come get me out of jail. I’m asking you to come
    down here and find the real killer!”
    Ty looked down at the phone and shook his head.
    “They’re not looking for anyone else,” Nick insisted.
    “Who did you kill?”
    “Nobody!”
    Ty winced. “I mean, who do they think you killed?”
    “I don’t even know. But Digger and I have been