“Rio is okay?”
“Not a peep out of him.”
“Did you check on him?”
“No.”
“Why the fuck not?” Rage bubbled up the back of Cade’s throat. How fucking dare they not check. They would check a fucking prisoner but not his man? Why?
“Because I am not a… what is the English word,” Lo uncrossed his legs, removed his feet from the table, and dropped the two front legs of his chair to the floor, “Ah, this is right… nanny. I am not a nanny.”
“You are an arsehole.” Hints of Cade’s Australian twang bled into his tone as he spoke. That alone should have warned Angelo that he was angry, but the idiot kept pushing.
“Why is it important? He is just someone you fucked once.”
“You are being a dick.” Cade’s fists opened and closed, his hands itching to punch the fucker, but knew if he tried right now, Angelo would easily be able to sidestep him. Or knowing his luck today, Cade knew it was more probable that he would miss him entirely. “It’s important.” Going to the door he twisted the handle. “Gimmie the keys.”
“Nope.” Angelo shook, his head, “not happening.”
“Lo—”
“I’ll open it for you, though.”
Cade had been gearing up to argue, Angelo’s offer to open the door took the wind out of his sails completely. “Thank you.” He stood aside to allow his teammate access to the lock. Once Lo was done, Cade pushed the door inward and froze. “He’s sleeping.”
“It’s zero three hundred.”
Cade grabbed Lo’s wrist and twisted his arm to look at the time on the man’s watch. “Shit,” he was right, it was three o'clock in the morning. Angelo nudged him through the door.
“Go, get some sleep.” He nodded to where Rio was sleeping on the couch, “Curl up with him. I’ll let the bosses know when they come looking.”
“Thanks.” Cade whispered back. He took it all back. Maybe his friend wasn’t a such a dick after all.
He waited until he heard the lock turn on the door before he moved across the room to the couch. Squatting down on his haunches made him sway, aiming for the couch, instead he grabbed Rio’s arm, jerking him out of his sleep.
Cade grinned, he didn’t need Rio’s wide eyes to tell him he was a mess, he was pretty fucking sure his expression was a loopy, drugged up one that made him look like a hammered college kid rather than a war-hardened, battle-trained Commando. “It’s me.”
“I can see that.”
For a minute or two, they just stayed there, staring at the other. Cade’s heart did a funny ta-thump. His breathing had sped up. Rio’s gaze searched Cade’s face, lingering for long moments on his mouth. They were in each other’s personal space and neither wanted to be anywhere else. Finally, he could breathe, Rio hadn’t left. He was still here.
“Are you okay?” Rios shuffled on the couch, pulling himself into a seated position, “Do you need something?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” his brain scrambled to make sense of the rest of the murmured question.You! Tell him you want him.“I’m hungry.”What the fuck? Seriously? Dude, are you shitting me? That’s all you got… I’m hungry?
“Grilled cheese okay?” Rio asked.
Well, I’d prefer a kiss. “Yeah.” Cade’s lips curved into a smile. This sleepy, just woke up look on Rio… sexy as fuck. He hadn’t had time to appreciate that look in Brazil.
“Sure,” Rio stretched his arms over his head, linking his fingers together, before standing up and crossing to the kitchen area, “Ham and cheese sound good?" His head was buried in the open fridge taking out the fixings for the sandwich, and Cade tried not to stare at the man’s fine ass.
“Um, yeah, that’s fine. Thanks.” This having someone looking after him was weird as hell, but he kinda liked it.
He glanced over his shoulder and smirked at Cade. “I promise not to poison us.”
Cade couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “That’s…uh, no poison. I’ve had enough of that shit for a while, thanks. Can I help with anything?”
Selecting a frying pan from the cupboard, Rio gestured to a table for two in a nook in the corner of the room. “Nah, I got this, you sit either at the table or on the couch, I’ll bring it over.”
