“When we took down these two assholes, they had a guy with them that they’d been working over. We picked him up, and he’s staying at the main house with Georg and Anja. I think we should take him with us.”
DB rubs his forehead in frustration. “Fine, yes. Y’all are going to be crowded in that pretty Land Rover of yours.”
“S’all right, DB. We’ll meet you at the runway.”
“Good man.”
We end the call, then rush into our tactical gear and test our comms. As I’m tightening the Velcro on my vest, Anders grips the material and pulls me to him possessively.
I stiffen, highly aware of our audience.
“Sorry,” he says, stepping away as he looks over at Ronan, who has his back to us.
Anders’ smile looks forced, and there’s a tightness in his eyes that reads like worry. He glances out the window in the direction of his family’s house, and my reticence suddenly feels cowardly.
I cut my eyes to Ronan again. He’s decided the coffee table book is the most fascinating thing he’s ever read.
I grab Anders as he takes another step away, reversing his course. I kiss him softly before resting my forehead against his. “Sorry for that. I’ll get better at it.”
“No, I…I just forgot, that’s all. You’re a more private type, and I respect that. I hate everything about this situation and was just…feeling needy for affection.”
“Good thing I like being affectionate with you,” I say, wrapping my arms around him. “We’re going to get your parents out of here, bring them to Austin, and get a round of margaritas for everyone. Unless Georg and Anja like wine, in which case we can hang out at the vineyard. Something tells me your parents would be down for that.”
Anders’ mouth is still tight, and he knits his brows together, his look uncharacteristically serious. “Okay. That doesn’t sound like the world’s worst idea.”
“Then why do you look like somebody peed in your Cheerios?” I ask, soothing the line between his brows with my thumb.
He scuffs his shoe along the floor. “Probably just being a big baby. But…I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Are you worried about anything in particular?”
“No. Just a general sense that…this could goTexasat any point.”
I pull on the knot of hair at the base of his neck, kissing his cheek. “So then it’ll just be like every other op we’ve worked on.”
“Fine,” he pouts. “Kiss me again.”
He grabs my vest again, and I tighten my grip on his hips, pulling him in close. I roll my hips so he can feel the hard-on that’s going to be a fucking annoyance until I can get him into bed again.
I capture his lips in a rough kiss, and we are quickly interrupted by a small cough.
Oops.
I nudge my nose behind his ear, inhaling his leather and musk scent I love so much. I lower my voice so only he can hear me. “The second you and I get a little bit of privacy, I’m going to fuck you into the nearest surface and have you walking funny for days. That’s a promise.”
He inhales sharply, then nods his head and attacks my mouth one more time.
Ronan coughs, reminding us again that he is in the room. “Guys, we should probably head—”
He stops midsentence, tilting his head. “D’y’all hear that?”
Anders and I look at each other and shake our heads. “Why? What is it—”
Ronan shushes me, holding up his hand. “I swear to you, it sounds a little like…fuck. Like a Humvee.”
“Oh, Jesus, my parents,” Anders says, racing out the door.
I pull up my comms and bark out an order. “We’ve got the enemy at the gate. Gonna need backup.”
