Go on.” He was humoring Ty, but Ty didn’t care. He grabbed Zane’s forearm and tugged him up. Ty took the bottle as he pushed himself to his feet. Zane laughed and held out a cold bottle of water. “Oh! Want to see what I found in the back room?” He was about to zone out when he remembered what he’d wanted to show Zane. “No need to be mean.” He ran his hand up Zane’s back, letting his fingers trail up the soft material of his dress shirt. Although I suppose if it becomes worrisome, we can take a trip out to Austin for a couple of weeks now and then. “Are you going to be happy here when you retire? Selling old books and keeping me occupied?” He was glad he’d made his decision to quit the Bureau, but it had been a trade between having Zane at home and having him at work. “I stopped by that deli you like so much near the office.” He finally ducked his head, reaching over to tug the box closer. Zane chuckled, closing his eyes as Ty nuzzled at him. The Admiral Fell Inn? It’s the only hotel nearby that’s a pun of course you headed there.” Ty stole a languid kiss, then whispered, “I’ll always find you, Zane.” “You going to tell me how you found me?” Zane asked for perhaps the twentieth time. The night Zane had left the row house, Ty had waited a few hours, then tracked Zane’s ass down and crawled into bed with him in the luxury suite he’d booked. And you’re not getting those boots back, either.” “Hey, that go bag you appropriated is full of illegal things I got from my friends, so either stop judging or give it back.” “You realize most of the things you get from your friends should be illegal, right?” Secret Santa next year is going to be awesome.” Ty put the nickel in his pocket, still grinning.
When he pulled on it, a tiny curved blade popped out of the nickel.
He picked the nickel up out of the box and examined it, finding a slit near the edge just big enough for a thumbnail. “Hold on,” Ty said, a grin spreading across his face. “Weird.” Ty muttered, and popped the jewelry box open. “Says it’s from Owen.” He handed the card to Ty. Zane shook his head and reached to pluck a card off the inside of the packaging, flipping it open to read. He pulled a small jewelry box out of the package and turned it over, then narrowed his eyes at Zane. The silver feathering at the sides of his hair was getting more pronounced, and every time Ty took notice of it, he wanted to tackle Zane to the ground. “I don’t know.” Ty used his pocketknife to get into it, gazing at Zane fondly as he did so. “Oh, I picked up the mail when I went by the house.” Zane rummaged in his box for a small package that he handed to Ty. Ty shook his head, rubbing at a spot of tension between his eyes.
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