In the kitchen, he pressed his palms against the stone counter, the chill sinking into his skin. Seconds later, a smell hit him and his stomach answered.
He hadn’t been hungry until that moment.
Scr came up behind him and kissed the back of his neck. “You ready for dinner?”
Gage tipped his head back for more.
“I can’t believe you had time to plan all this while prepping for the mission,” he said, still stunned.
Scar’s voice was deep and sexy. “I needed uninterrupted time with you.”
Gage’s breath caught. Tonight’s the night.
His mind went where it always did when he felt desire. But he was no longer ashamed or convicted by it. If he and Scar were committed, and it was going to be just the two of them, for life, then he could give himself to him.
And he wanted to do that more than anything. He loved him.
Scar guided him into a chair and sat so close their thighs touched.
The dining table was set for royalty—complete with domes over the plates, the kind of presentation that made him grin like a spoiled kid.
He ran his fingers along the edge of the plate in front of him. “What are we having?”
“Your favorite.”
Gage smirked. “You know my favorite meal?”
He heard the clink of metal as Scar lifted the domes one by one, the scent rolling towards him like a wave.
Seafood…cream…herbs.
“Lobster risotto,” Scar said proudly.
He beamed. It was amazing how Scar could brighten his whole world when he could only see darkness.
“You’ve asked Grace to make it for you a lot, then you told your chef to get the recipe from him, and he’s made a hundred times already. I figured it was at least one of your favs.”
Gage turned toward him, his emotions rising too fast to hide. He leaned over and kissed Scar with everything he was feeling.
Scar moaned when he pulled away and said against his lips, “Let’s eat before it gets cold.”
The garden salad was crisp and tossed with his favorite dressing—sumac vinaigrette.
He ate at least three pieces of the herb infused bread that’d been so warm it steamed when he tore it apart.
He took a small sip of his wine, then wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin.
He smiled until his jaw ached.
Scar had brought him to a secluded island, wined and dined him, and since they’d arrived, Scar hadn’t stopped touching him.
When he reached for more bread, Scar caught his hand. “Save room for dessert.”
Gage beamed. “Oh my gosh.”
Scar took his hand and led him to a couch that felt too comfortable to be real.
The floor-to-ceiling doors were opened, allowing the ocean breeze to flow inside and bathe his skin like a cool caress.
