“I don’t.”
“You still telling that lie?”Garrett grabbed the ends of the jacket, drawing him closer.“I know Mom taught you how.”
Taking Garrett’s offered hand, Nic slid his other over Garrett’s hip and they moved in a slow, jerky circle, the crashing waves for music.“I’m a bit rusty,” Nic said.
Garrett shrugged.“So am I.”
Nic raised a brow.“No special guy out there?”
He shook his head and then, suddenly shy, buried his face in Nic’s shoulder.“We can’t all find our own hunk of Boston gorgeous.”
“He is, isn’t he?”Smiling wide, thinking of Cam in this moment, was as cleansing as the dance, as the rest of his conversation with Garrett had been.He’d let a part of his old life go, getting more of his new life in return.His family, bigger and better than expected.He pulled Garrett closer, arm wrapping around his waist.“I missed you and V.Missed knowing Lette.”
Garrett hugged him back.“You don’t have to miss us anymore.”
“Unless he’s in jail for contempt of court.”
Nic’s gaze whipped up, finding Cam standing in the middle of the hotel room.
The chilly sea breeze gusting around Nic had nothing on the anger and betrayal swirling in his lover’s cold, dark eyes.
Twenty
Cam froze, forgetting how to move when his every thought was consumed by the scene in front of him.
By his world falling apart before his eyes.
Nic didn’t dance.
Except with Garrett, apparently.
Making matters worse, his training had him cataloguing every other damning piece of evidence in the room.
Fire blazing.Gravity tee tossed over a chair.Nic inhiscamo jacket, half zipped, exposing the tattoos on his torso.His bare feet.
Like he was at home, right here in Garrett’s room.
In Garrett’s arms.
Had Nic been lying all those times he’d said or implied he no longer had feelings for Garrett?That his heart now belonged to Cam?Cam didn’t think he’d lied, at least not intentionally, but maybe Nic’s heart had needed a few days to warm back up to Garrett.To remind Nic of his first love.Of the family he once had and could have again if he just claimed it.Claimed Garrett, which it looked like he was on the way to doing.
Nic stepped out of Garrett’s embrace, and self-preservation jump-started Cam’s motor functions, propelling him back toward the door.“I’ll be in your room next door,” he said to Nic.“When you’re ready to talk about the rescue and your case.”Then to Garrett.“Stay here.The rescue teams are right behind me, fifteen minutes max.”Getting Lette out of Vaughn’s clutches and getting Nic back for his grand jury hearing had to come first.He’d deal with his aching heart later.
He hustled out the door, Nic’s “Boston, wait!”echoing behind him.
Outside on the elevated walkway, he exchanged card keys, swiped the one for Nic’s room over the automatic lock, and opened the door, just as the one next door opened again.Cam hurried inside, letting the door go, but Nic’s bare foot stopped it from slamming shut.
“Fucking hell, Boston.”Yanking back his foot, Nic pushed open the door and hobbled inside, collapsing on the end of the king-size bed.
Cam’s first instinct was to go to him.He hated that his second instinct was to check his first, paralyzed again in the middle of the room.“I’m sorry.”
Nic was examining his foot, propped on his knee.“It’ll be fine.”
“I meant for barging in.I didn’t think you’d be in there.I was looking for clues as to where you and Garrett might have gone.”
“Don’t apologize.I meant for you to find us.”
“Dancing?”The word was out before Cam could catch it or temper the spite that colored it.
