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Chapter 27

Felix

Felix glared at his computer as he set to work on the almost impossible task Brett had set him. Cross-referencing so many possibilities was going to take a while. They had a lot of guards and a lot of criteria to cover. But he’d not let Brett down yet. And he wouldn’t start now.

Letting his fingers fly over the keys, he set the parameters he wanted the search to work through, but his mind was elsewhere. Someone was going after them. The guards. The question was, why? It was a question they needed to answer quickly because, otherwise, someone was going to get hurt.

Once he set the program running, he delved back into the shooting. When he’d stood in the place Owen had been shot, it had been an eerie feeling. Even as people mulled around, conversations flowing in through the gates from the street, it still felt like someone was watching, waiting. Felix wasn’t easily spooked, but that had done it. He’d figured out the potential trajectory from the wound Owen sported and tracked it to where he thought it might’ve ended up, and lo and behold, beside a crumbled piece of stone wall was the bullet.

Even now, knowing that if that person wanted Owen dead he’d have been dead, Felix wondered whether they were playing into their hands. Was he supposed to find the bullet? Was he supposed to link things together? Were they just riding their waythrough the already written story that finished with one or more of them dead?

He didn’t know, but he was fed up with it. He wanted to get ahead of the plan. To find something so they were steps ahead instead of behind. He wanted to be able to give Brett something to take the strain off him because he looked close to losing it, and if Brett lost it, so would everyone else. Felix especially.

If Brett needed him to find a connection, he would do whatever it took to find one.

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Chapter 28

Evan

A couple of days later, before Evan started back at work, he woke cocooned in Owen’s arms—cast and all. How many times had they gone to bed with Evan spooning Owen to wake up the other way around? He’d lost count. But it gave him an idea. He wanted to give Owen something he’d never given anyone. He rolled to face his lover, taking in the relaxed expression as he slept. They’d had a rough few days, weeks really, but they were getting back on an even keel now. He hoped.

Brushing his fingers across Owen’s body, he teased his nipples until they beaded, then he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over the tips. Owen’s breath caught, and Evan smiled, glancing up to meet his eyes.

“Mmhmm,” Owen hummed, rolling to his back and giving Evan more room to play. “A nice way to wake up.”

Evan straddled his waist, caging him in with his arms. “I want you,” he whispered, and Owen grinned.

“You can have me.”

Evan licked his lips. “What if I want you to haveme?”

Owen’s grip on his thighs tightened as he stared at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He rocked back, nestling Owen’s cock against his ass.

“You’ve never done…anythingto do with bottoming?”

Evan shook his head. “Only want you.”

“I…” Owen blew out a breath. “Yes. Okay, yes. If you’re sure.”

“I am.”

Owen’s smile grew. “Then get on your stomach while I introduce you to the joys of rimming.”

Evan’s stomach swooped, and he fused their mouths together rather than doing what Owen instructed. He was still very much the dominant one, but he could submit—to an extent. Topping from the bottom, wasn’t that what they called it? He gentled the kiss, licking into Owen’s mouth before lifting his head. Owen’s eyes were glazed over, and Evan smirked.

Climbing off and laying on his stomach, he rested his head on his hands and waited. As dazed as Owen appeared, it took him a minute to react. Then he slipped in behind Evan, pushing his legs apart.

“I can’t wait for this,” Owen said, his breath fanning over the skin of his ass cheeks.

Evan automatically clenched, his body not used to having much play in that area, but he breathed out and relaxed. But he tightened again when Owen licked a stripe from his balls to his pucker.

“Holy…”

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