“I’ll take that as a yes,” Specter says, chuckling.
“It’s too bad I’ll never see him again. Probably.”
“Never know. If you have to become a hockey fan suddenly, your paths might cross again.”
I shrug. “Maybe.” Glancing at Specter, I decide to tease him a bit. “Don’t you miss the newness of a hookup?”
“Not even a little bit. Have you seen my husband?”
Husband. Damn. “There’s a word I never thought any of us would use to describe our own lives. Except Shadow. I thought Bellamy might lock him down.”
“Yeah, same, but I love being Colson’s husband. It’s like this weird feeling of connection and belonging that I don’t think could exist in another source.”
Smiling, I reach over and pat his thigh. “It’s nice to see.”
And it is. There was a time in my life when I wanted that whole picket fence dream. Long before my life derailed and ledme down this path. It’s inspiring to see one of my brothers manage a serious relationship given what we do, but I have to be realistic. Colson is unique. The odds of the rest of us meeting someone who would be cool with our profession are slim to none.
I pull into the parking lot at Segreto, ready to enjoy watching some sexy dancers—not a bad way to end the evening. In two days, I’ll go back to the hockey game and hope tonight was just an anomaly. I need to find the target. The sooner I get it done the sooner I get a new task. There are worse things than hanging out at a hockey game, but now that I know the hottie on the ice exists, it could be distracting.
I need to stay focused and take care of this problem before it escalates. I can do that.
With my fucking eyes closed.
