Adam laughed. “Yeah. Freckles is even bringing Boots.”
“He’s bringing his cat?” Noah asked, incredulous.
Adam snickered. “Yeah, crazy right?”
Noah shook his head. “You know this is going to just devolve into chaos.”
“Would it be a Mulvaney event if it didn’t?”
“There is one wild card we haven’t considered,” Noah said after a minute.
Adam frowned. “Who?”
“Matty.”
“Who?” Adam said again.
Noah rolled his eyes. “What are you? An owl? Aiden’s baby brother. He’s invited too.”
“Oh, yeah. Him. I forgot about him.”
Noah rolled his eyes. “He’s never met any of these people outside the immediate family and he still doesn’t know everything we do. Just…some of it. I’m sure Thomas didn’t sit down and draw him a diagram of the entire criminal enterprise we’re running. What if someone slips up?”
Adam’s hand dragged idly up and down Noah’s side, the leather sticky. “When Aiden first brought him up, didn’t he say Matty knew about the Watch and implied he even knew about us. The kid’s not going to rat us out. He likes August’s fancy private school too much.”
Noah huffed, then wrapped his arms and legs around his husband like a koala. “Let’s take a bath. I feel gross.”
Adam arched his brow. “Is this your way of telling me I’m carrying you there?”
“You’re so smart,” Noah marveled, cheek pressed to his chest.
Adam rolled his eyes but rose anyway, forcing Noah to cling tighter until he was on his feet. His gloved palms settled on Noah’s ass automatically, squeezing. The feel of leather and body fluids against Noah's bare skin was creepy, but it made his belly hot thinking about what they'd just done.
“Wanna order takeout and watch scary movies?” Noah asked as Adam started toward the bathroom.
Adam’s mouth quirked. “Scream marathon?”
“Sure,” Noah said, “but I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to watch those movies again without getting inappropriately turned on.”
Adam’s laugh was dark and low, his grip tightening just a little. “That’s okay. I’ll just take care of you again. I bought the costume outright just in case we damaged it.”
Noah grinned. “But I won’t be able to watch if you’re getting me off.”
Adam snorted. “Sure you will. I’ll just bend you over the back of the sofa so you can see the screen while I rail you into oblivion.”
Noah sighed, the sound dreamy, wicked, and still a little hoarse. “And people say you’re inconsiderate.”
“I know, right?” Adam drawled, looking like he was already imagining it. The heat in his eyes made Noah’s stomach flip.
It wasn’t until he settled him on his feet that he noted the blood trail on the white tile. “What the fuck?”
His gaze darted everywhere, assessing himself and Adam, trying to figure out the source of the bleeding. He gasped when he saw the blood on Adam’s glove and the slit in the leather. He yanked the glove off, gawking at the jagged raw cut in his husband’s palm. “ Jesus, Adam. You’re gonna need stitches. Are you fucking crazy? You didn’t put the knife back in the cover thingie?—”
“Sheath.”
“So, not the point,” Noah cried, eyes wide. "You just held the blade while you...Oh, my God."
Noah gripped his palm, staring down at the wound.
