It caught him off guard, and he began laughing.
“I have news for you, Poe. Being married to you wouldn’t be the worst thing in my life. It would be the best thing. Again, not freaked out by the money—but I’m holding you to that island. I’ve never gotten head on a beach before.”
Poe overheated.
Why?
He pictured it.
This man got his heart pumping, and his libido going with just that bi-colored look.
He was sexy as sin.
Gamble wanted to get this little wild goose hunt handled. For the life of him, he didn’t know what he was missing, but he felt like he was.
That crypto key had to be somewhere.
As they reached the master suite at the top of the stairs, Poe pushed the door in, and he stood there not accessing the room.
Honestly, Gamble understood why.
“If you can’t do this,” he began, “I can handle it alone. You can wait here.”
Poe stared into his eyes.
“I can do it.”
Could he?
Likely not, but he was going to give it a try.
How bad could it be?
With Gamble holding his hand in his, he walked through the doorway, and all of the old ghosts assaulted him. His memories came back, and he thought about all of the times he and his brother came in here on a Sunday morning.
How they bounced on that bed.
How they ran around, and his father gave them horseback rides.
And now they were gone.
Gamble kissed their joined fingers, and made him stare into his eyes.
“You’ve got this,” he said. “No matter what, you have this under control, and you can do it.”
He hoped he was right.
Because Poe felt out of control again, and that was the exact reason he hadn’t come in here since being back, he fought damn hard.
Honestly, he didn’t believe that his heart could handle it.
As they walked around the room, it was exactly as it had been left, and his mother’s things were tossed about, and his father’s too.
It was clear that the men who killed them had been in here rooting around.
On top of that, the police had been here too.
As Gamble moved around carefully, touching things, Poe just stood there, saying nothing. He really couldn’t manage it.