“Saint and Trace work well together.” Teddy adjusted himself in the driver’s seat. He suddenly felt like it was too small of a space. “It made sense to pair them up.”
“And us?”
Teddy shivered again hearing that word. “Us?”
“Do you think we still work well together? Does it make sense to pair us up?” Wren demanded, holding him hostage with the questions as his fingers tickled over his leg.
His eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the complex wonder sitting next to him, helpless against the hold Wren effortlessly had on his soul.
“I don’t think that will ever change, Little Bird,” he answered too honestly.
He watched Wren melt in real time, visibly pleased by the answers. It made Teddy’s chest puff up to have provided them. It was too dangerous; the shot of endorphins begging for more. To provide. To please.
Wren leaned closer, breath skating over his face as he murmured, “I’m sick of waiting.”
Teddy’s heart slammed against his ribs. “Waiting for what?”
All the blood in his body ran south.Is he talking about…?
“Let’s go break in.”
Wren was popping the door lock and slipping out of the car in the next breath.
Teddy had to recalibrate in five seconds flat and scramble after him, ducking low and following him around the back of the car and into a side alley. He grasped Wren’s arm. “What are you doing?”
Wren lifted a brow. “I just told you. There’s got to be a back door. The thieves definitely found one.”
“Which the police are well aware of. We need to wait for them to leave.”
“They’re probably asleep in their car; we’ll be fine. They haven’t done a walkaround in, like, an hour.”
“You don’t know that for certain.”
Wren looked at his shoulder and nodded to Blu, who chirped and flew off to check.
Teddy still scowled. “You could have done that while we were still in the car.”
“You should have reminded me, then.”
“Is that my new position in the team? Risk assessment?”
Wren smiled with his eyes. “That was always your position, you just didn’t like to admit it because you didn’t want to seem uncool.”
“I was never uncool,” Teddy said, offended.
Wren laughed, airy and light and stealing all the stars in the sky. Teddy wanted to catch it and bottle it. He reached out and cupped Wren’s cheek in a poor attempt.
Wren’s laughter tapered off and he stared up at him with his angular, beautiful eyes. Teddy stroked along the line of his mark, following the movement with his gaze.
“I love your eyes.” He felt Wren shudder under his touch, his breath hitching.
“You never told me that before.”
“I know how you feel about them, so I never wanted to upset you.”
“Coming from you it would never upset me.”
Blu fluttered back before Teddy could respond, landing on Teddy’s arm in the space between them.
