That is true.
"Then let's talk about something else. You’re freaking me out with all your crazy talk."
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"
In the time they'd been working together, they had talked about a few things but nothing too personal. Fox knew Vale came from a wealthy family, yet there was some distance between them not only in status but in emotions. He knew Vale had been adopted when he was a kid, and it made Fox wonder if he'd tried to find his birth parents.
"You said you were born in Scotland, right?"
"Yes."
"How come you don't have an accent?"
"I haven't lost my accent," Vale said in thick Scottish Gaelic.
Fuck, that is sexy.Fox cleared his throat, not wanting to show how affected he was. "Do you ever go back?"
"I have." Vale stopped walking and stood in front of him. "Why are you suddenly interested in my background?"
Fox shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I just realized we don't know much about each other."
Fox felt a bit shy the way Vale was gazing down at him.
"I see. So, does that mean I can ask you anything?"
Fox bit his bottom lip then looked out in the crowd hoping to avoid the man's green eyes and question.
"Look at me, Fox," Vale's deep voice commanded. Fox couldn't seem to fight his order and instantly looked at the other man. The crowd and the music seemed to fade away when Vale reached up and lightly brushed one of Fox's cheeks. "There are so many things I want to tell you, but you're not ready to hear them."
"Do you have a crush on me or something?" Fox wasn't sure if his partner was crazy with all his talk of magic or liked playing pranks just to see him get flustered.
"I wouldn't call it a crush," Vale responded, smiling. "But one day you'll figure it out."
I doubt it."Stop playing games, Vale."
"When it comes to you, I never play games."
Fox wanted to believe there was some truth to Vale's words. Even if there was, nothing could happen between them, not when they still worked together. Shaking his head, everything came back into focus, and it gave him the chance to change the subject.
"Have you ever tried finding your birth parents?" Fox stepped to the side and started walking again.
"They're dead."
"Oh."
Fuck, why did I ask that question?
"They were killed when I was five."
Shit!
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you, sorry? You weren't the one that killed them."
"I don't know. It’s what people say in comfort," Fox snapped.
"Then I guess I should say sorry to you for your parents’ deaths."
