Gage growled, playful and mean. “You better not.”
Scar kissed him again.
Gage leaned back. “Where are we going?”
Scar pressed his mouth to the side of Gage’s throat, licking a slow path. “It’s a surprise.”
“You and your surprises.” Gage shook his head, then asked, “How did you get Meridian’s chopper?”
Scar shrugged. “I got friends in high places.”
“Touching down,” the pilot announced.
The landing was smooth. Scar stood first, grabbed their duffel bags, then offered his arm.
He tucked Gage’s hand into the crook of his elbow and led him toward their private oasis for the next twenty-four hours.
The night air was warm and tropical. The ocean was so close he could taste the salt.
“Describe it to me,” Gage asked quietly.
Scar didn’t rush it.
“The ocean is all around us, with white sand, and moonlight reflecting off the dark water. Straight ahead is our villa. It’s big, all open space, and behind it are some tall-ass palm trees. No one’s here but us.”
Gage smiled. “Being alone sounds nice.”
“Well, it’s nice if we forget about the four men hiding somewhere in the woods watching us,” Scar added dryly
Gage laughed under his breath. “Oh yeah.”
Inside, the place was exactly how Meridian had described it.
Large, wide open, and decorated like a luxury resort suite.
It was perfect for his partner. It had smooth floors, vast pathways, there was no clutter or bulky, sharp-cornered furniture—and it smelled amazing.
Gage tapped his cane twice. Paused. “Bamboo.”
Gage let go of his arm, and Scar watched his love investigate with his cane and free hand, taking the room apart in quiet pieces.
Gage drifted toward the kitchen and stopped. “Something smells delicious.”
“There’s a private chef on the island,” he said.
The expression on Gage’s face was sheer wonder, and Scar had to just stand there for a second and stare at it.
That damn smile always did—and probably always will—something to him.
White Ravens
Gage
Gage felt a sense of freedom the moment he stepped off the aircraft and the night breeze touched his skin.
He removed his shoes and socks so he could feel the warmth of the villa’s bamboo floors beneath his feet.
He moved slowly, running his hands along the smooth velvety furniture in the living area.
