Lucas groaned in frustration as they separated from their kiss, resting his forehead on Tucker’s chest. “Let me go see who that is. You still need to get ready to go to the office.”
“All right,” Tucker said to him, but he didn’t move right away. He raised Lucas’ eyes to reach his. “Trust me.”
“I do,” he said, but Tucker still felt that he was hiding something.
He was going to say more, but the doorbell rang once more. They separated, and Tucker went to their bedroom, grabbing his shoes and a new shirt from the closet. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Jaxson’s number who answered on the second ring.
“What’s up, boss?”
“How soon can you, Brenden, and Stephen get here?”
“Hm . . . this time of night with or without the sirens.”
“With, as in plane up in twenty,” Tucker answered.
“An hour,” Jaxson answered him. “Is everything all right?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here, also bring Asher with you, better yet, give me a call when you guys are all together.”
Jaxson was silent on the other end of their call. “That bad?”
“In a way, yes,” he answered being as vague as possible.
“All right, I’ll see you in a bit,” Jaxson said then hung up.
Tucker put his phone in his pants pocket and finished getting dressed. He went downstairs and stopped when he saw Tucker and another guy he’d never seen before in a staring match.
“Would someone care to tell me what the hell is going on?” Tucker asked, standing beside Lucas.
“This is Seth Harrison, an associate I met earlier tonight.”
Tucker extended his hand hoping to break the tension between the man and his husband. “I’m Tucker Hamilton-Stevens.”
He saw the shocked expression on the other man’s face, and for some reason, it reminded him of someone he knew quite well. Seth shook his hand quickly then released it.
“You’re married? Nothing we have on you said you gotmarried—a widower and a single father and nothing else.”
He ran his hands through his hair, seeming somewhat agitated that he didn’t know that Lucas was married. Tucker took the time to study the man. His actions were so familiar he felt as if he’d seen them before.
“It’s recent,” Lucas answered.
“Then we need to put you in protective custody until we find Alphonso Gianni,” Seth told him.
“Read my fucking lips, rookie.” He stepped closer to the other man. "Not. Going. To. Fucking. Happen!”
“I’m not a fucking rookie, arsehole.”
“Yeah, well, until you prove your worth, your words mean nothing to me.”
Instead of saying anything, Seth growled in frustration, and that was when Tucker saw it.Holy shit, this isn’t good; this is not fucking good at all. It’s going to break Lucas’ heart when he figures it out.He must have said something out loud because they were both looking at him with the matching green eyes, only Seth’s had a tinge of blue to his.
“What did you just say?” Lucas asked.
“I . . .” he started but was cut off by his phone ringing.Thank the gods, saved by the fucking bell.“I need to take this.” He held up his phone, showing Jaxson's number. Lucas nodded, and Tucker made his quick escape to the kitchen. “Yeah,” he said answering the phone but didn’t hear a word his friend was saying.
Fuck, Asher, what the fuck did you do?
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