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Caleb was tired of it and it needed to end. When Wolf leaned further against him, Caleb sent a scowl up into his husband’s face.

The doors opened and the women spilled out on the bottom floor.

Wolf didn’t move from crushing against him.

“Move,” he hissed.

“Let’s go back upstairs.” The thickness of desire in Wolf’s voice almost made him cave, but this was too important to put off.

Of course, Wolf would know he had gotten a room here. It had been an unexpected cancellation. Phoenix normally didn’t handle jobs in this neck of the woods—on the East Coast, but the suspect they were after had run clear across the country.

“No, we are not going to my room. Now, move,” Caleb whispered and shoved at Wolf’s chest.

“Coming?” One of the women held the elevator door open with one hand and Wolf had no choice but to move.

Caleb hid a smile and strode quickly down the wide hallway toward the front desk. Wolf prowled at his side.

They drew more than one pair of eyes. It was Wolf, though, that they looked at. His husband was a walking fantasy with unique blue eyes so light they looked silver. With wide shoulders, a muscled build, and dark, windblown hair, Wolf turned heads. The stubble on the ex-Special Forces soldier’s strong jaw gave him an untamed vibe. That combined with a deep voice and tattoos made Wolf hands down one sexy fucker.His husband was dressed similarly to him wearing Phoenix tactical gear—which made him look like a ninja. The coat Wolf wore matched his, but Caleb had only felt the familiar Glock thirty-four tucked inside.

“Where are you going?”

He smiled at the irritation in Wolf’s voice and tossed him a glance after they turned the corner away from the reception desk and toward the doors that would lead them either outside or to the parking garage.

“I’m on a mission.”

“What mission?” Wolf scowled.

“I took a mission that Rossi needs completed.”

“He didn’t tell me about no stinkin’ mission,” Wolf snapped when they stepped outside into the cold October air. Thankfully, there wasn’t any snow on the ground, but Caleb didn’t think it normally snowed there this time of year. He really wouldn’t know since he lived in a city just outside of San Francisco, California.

Caleb waited until they walked past the smokers and went to the end of the parking garage where cars came in and out before he swung on Wolf.

“Don’t act like Rossi doesn’t tell you about all the jobs he gives to me.”

“I … um…” Wolf rubbed a hand at the back of his neck and glanced away.

“You’ve been vetting my jobs since day one.” He scoffed when Wolf snapped to give him a surprised look. “You don’t think I didn’t know that?”

“You knew?”

“Mhmm. And I didn’t mind because we were on those jobs together and when there were more difficult jobs, we took them together as a unit.” He hoped to god he was making his point. “But when you took this job and left me out—”

“I didn’t take the job! I just went to the meeting,” Wolf growled, but Caleb was going to finish his say.

“Fine,” he corrected. “But you still left me out. How do you think that made me feel?”

Wolf had no response.

“So, I’m going to finish this job that Rossi assigned and I will see you at home.”

Wolf looked like he had swallowed a lemon and Caleb wanted to laugh so badly, but he held it in.

This was too important.

Had Caleb just told him to sit this one out? Wolf gaped at his young husband.

“You don’t take jobs without me,” he reminded Caleb, and the irony wasn’t lost on him.

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