“Same.” Bjorn leaned in and kissed him, and Viggo did his best not to think too hard on what his breath smelled like.
They made out for a while, aimless and languid, touching just for the sake of feeling skin against skin, after which they reluctantly broke apart to shower and eat breakfast.
Viggo had fifteen missed calls from work, but he couldn’t care less. He had a good team, and they could manage one morning without him, even with their current crises.
“Busy at work?” Bjorn asked, taking a big bite of his toast. They were sitting at the kitchen table, relaxing and enjoying the fresh air and the sound of bird songs coming in through the open window, eating a stack of hastily made toast and fried eggs.
“It’s fine,” Viggo said, taking a sip of his coffee.
“What about my job?” Bjorn asked, leaning his elbow on the table. “What did you tell Mike?”
Mike was the district ranger for their area and Bjorn’s direct superior. He’d been the first person Viggo had needed to deal with when Bjorn went feral.
“I told him you had a family emergency and would be taking a leave of absence. They’ve hired a temporary replacement on a one-year contract, so if you want to go back before that, it would have to be on a volunteer basis.”
“What kind of family emergency did you say it was?” Bjorn grabbed another piece of toast from the pile and slathered it in butter.
“I didn’t, and Mike didn’t ask.”
“That sounds like him,” Bjorn said, taking a bite of his toast and chewing slowly, looking thoughtful.
“Do you want to go right back to work?”
“I think so,” Bjorn said. “Mike could probably use the extra help, and I don’t know what else I’d get up to.”
“Seduce Sebastian?” Viggo suggested with a suggestive lift of his brow, but Bjorn just laughed.
“You really think he’ll want anything to do with us?”
Viggo smirked. “He won’t be able to help himself – especially if you dress up in your uniform before we go see him. He’ll take one look at your ass in those tight pants and that will be it, he’ll be ours.”
“I think you’re overestimating my uniform.” Bjorn wiped up the last remnants of egg from his plate with his last bit of toast, shoving it into his mouth like a caveman. “It’s not exactly sexy.”
Viggo very much disagreed. Bjorn’s forest ranger uniform was an attractive shade of olive-green and consisted of tight pants tucked into a pair of brown knee-high boots, a button-down shirt that strained to contain his wide shoulders and bulging biceps, and a thick brown belt in the same shade of leather as his boots. A Stetson hat completed the look, and standing six feet and nine inches tall, it was a look that Bjorn pulled offverywell.
“I think it’s very sexy.”
“Well, you’re you,” Bjorn said, like Viggo was somehow odd for being attracted to his husband when he wore a tightly fitted uniform.
“That I am.” Viggo’s phone started vibrating against the table, making Bjorn laugh.
“You should take that.”
“You sure?” Viggo asked, picking up the vibrating phone.
“I’m sure. You’re needed. Go to work, and I’ll stay here and sort through my emails.” Bjorn looked around, frowning. “I’ll also rehire the cleaners you obviously fired. This place is a fucking mess.”
Viggo grinned. He’d spent so long just hoping for Bjorn to come back to himself and berate him for not cleaning up properly, so to have him sit there with that judgmental look on his face and complain about the mess of the house was a dream come true.
“You do that,” he said, standing up and taking his plate to the sink. His phone stopped vibrating, and Viggo decided to change into his suit and then call them back once he was in the car on his way to the office.
He jogged up to the second floor and put on a suit, picking one that Bjorn had once told him made his shoulders look nice, taking a seat on the bed to tie his dress shoes. Heading back downstairs, he found Bjorn still sitting at the table where he’d left him. His mate was staring into the distance, looking very thoughtful.
“You look like you’re thinking very hard,” Viggo said.
“I was thinking about the guy who attacked us.” Bjorn turned to him with a furrowed brow. “We need to know who he was and why he was here. I think I should put off going back to work and investigate that, instead.”
Viggo walked over and gave him a hug from behind. “You’re the expert in that area, and so I’ll leave it in your capable hands.” He buried his nose behind Bjorn’s ear and took a breath. “Just let me know if you need any help, okay?”
