Reese relaxed a little, his hands resting on Brantley’s hips. “Just as long as we don’t bring in the rest of the team.”
“No? I figure JJ might be impressed that Cindy’s—”
“JesusGod, don’t say it,” Reese rumbled, his face pinched.
Brantley laughed. “Fine. We’ll leave the team out of it.” Brantley kissed him again. “If another case comes up, they can handle it while we look for Unc—Toby.”
Reese’s head tilted slightly. “You’re gonna enjoy this, aren’t you?”
“Meetin’ a man who had a threesome with your mom…”
“Eww.” Reese pulled away. “That’s just— God. I think I need to bleach my brain now.”
Brantley laughed, then turned to the sink to take care of the dishes.
An hour later, after he’d run Tesha through some of her training exercises, Brantley went in search of Reese. He found him upstairs in his office, his laptop open in front of him. He was looking at it, but the way he was rubbing his temples told Brantley he wasn’t seeing much of the screen.
Sympathetic to the situation, Brantley strolled around to stand behind him. He took over massaging his temples while Reese leaned back in the chair.
“You do that and I won’t be able to focus.”
Taking that as a challenge, Brantley continued until Reese had relaxed fully against the chair, his shoulders loosening, his hands falling into his lap.
What he wanted to do was strip the man down and ravish him with his tongue. It was hell honing his patience, especially these past few weeks when the only thing he cared about was making up for lost time. Resisting the urge to take him on every available surface was a true test of his control. Didn’t matter that they’d made love early this morning, Brantley still ached for Reese in ways that defied logic.
However, he hadn’t made it through BUD/s because of his looks. He was a Navy SEAL, and the one thing he could count on was his dedication to the mission. Even if it was finding a cooky old man prone to doing stupid shit.
“Tell me about Toby,” Brantley prompted. “You said he was your dad’s best friend in high school.”
“That’s the stories I remember,” Reese said, his words accompanied by a soft moan when Brantley shifted to massaging his scalp.
“So he’s from here?”
“Born and raised right here in Coyote Ridge.”
“Does he have any family we can talk to? Maybe they’ve seen him.”
“No family and no friends that I can find.”
“Did you call your mom?”
Reese tilted his head to the side and peered up at Brantley, one eyebrow raised.
“Would you preferIcall her?” Brantley offered.
Leaning forward, Reese dropped his head in his hands, shaking it emphatically. “I’d prefer neither of us did.”
“Scared she’s gonna give you the dirty deets of her torrid fling with him?”
When Reese looked up, his eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open, his expression horrified.
Brantley barked a laugh. “Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
He laughed again. “No, I’m not. When did you learn about…?” He waved a hand. “You know.”
“If you’re thinkin’ I walked in on them or some shit, you’re wrong. Not the way you’re thinkin’, anyway.”
