Cut And Run - Armed And Dangerous Part 36

Zane blinked. "But it's Wednesday."

"Shut up, Garrett," Ty muttered as he stood and patted Zane on the shoulder. "Let's go before he changes his mind."

Zane immediately got to his feet. "Thank you, Director."

"Get out of here," Burns said with a melancholy smile.

Ty hesitated as he looked down at Burns. "d.i.c.k. I... I'm sorry about Jonas. I know how close you were."

Burns nodded, pursing his lips. "He was a spook. And no matter how good your intentions, spooks always end up transparent in the end." Zane glanced at Ty, uneasy. "When you get home, dump your second phone."

"Sir?" Ty said, obviously too surprised to voice anything else.

"Get rid of it, Ty. I won't be calling it again."

Ty nodded, still looking shocked and just a little hurt by the words. Zane almost reached out to put a hand on his shoulder but stopped himself.

"You've given enough. There's nothing more precious than trust, boys," Burns said, voice somber. "You've got it. Don't do something stupid and lose it, huh?"

"Yes, sir," they both murmured before heading for the door.

They were almost to the elevator before Ty turned to look at Zane appraisingly. "Trust."

Zane cut his eyes to look at him. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."

Ty hummed, a sound similar to the one he made in bed. Zane's body noticed. "Long weekend," he said instead of commenting on trust again. "It's dangerously close to the 'vacation' word."

"And yet, you still said it." Zane slid his hands into his pockets as they walked.

"I like to live on the edge." Ty reached out and punched the b.u.t.ton, then turned to lean his shoulder against the wall next to the elevator doors. He watched Zane.

Zane stifled the urge to shuffle his feet and simply returned Ty's look with a raised eyebrow. Ty didn't speak as he met Zane's eyes. The elevator doors opened up, and he nodded for Zane to step in. Zane let out a slow breath as he did, turning to lean back against the side wall as Ty joined him.

As the elevator doors slid shut, Ty leaned against the mirrored back wall and sighed. "I've interrogated people who looked more relaxed than you."

Zane offered Ty a wry smile. "I don't want to have to hide. But... I don't want to be sent to North Carolina either." He felt a little more comfortable when he could look at Ty openly rather than constantly reminding himself not to watch his lover's every move. That was tiring. Zane didn't remember doing that to himself before.

Ty nodded, swallowing hard. "We can still be together." His manner was calm and soothing, but beneath the surface Zane could hear a hint of nervousness, so rare in his partner that he wasn't sure he hadn't imagined it.

Now that Zane had the opportunity to say something, everything in his head sounded so... silly. He gave in to the nerves and rubbed the back of his neck. "You still want me to move in?" he asked, chancing a look at Ty.

Ty pressed his lips together and nodded, glancing down at his feet. "We could have all your things moved by the weekend. We can pull it off. Don't you think?" he asked as he looked back at Zane. "Say you're renting a room from me or something."

Zane tilted his head to one side as their eyes met again. "I think I could pull anything off if it meant waking up with you every morning," he said, his voice barely audible.

Ty nodded, not looking away from Zane. "Well," he started, a smile forming as his hazel eyes warmed. "Why don't we start with tonight, and we'll go from there."

The relief made Zane laugh, and he nodded. How the h.e.l.l did Ty make everything seem so simple? "I'd like that."

Ty chuckled, the sound low and warm and familiar. "Life is hard and confusing, Zane. Love doesn't have to be."

Zane raised both brows in mild surprise as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. His instinctive response would have to wait until they were out of the building. He walked alongside Ty down the hall as they headed into the parking deck. "No more fortune cookies for you," he said as he caught Ty's eye. "You're way too Zen."

"I'll quit my fortune cookie moments of Zen when you stop making awful puns."

"But I'm such a punny guy," Zane mock complained, one hand over his heart.

"Quit it, Cheeseball." Ty swatted at Zane's head for emphasis.

Zane grinned and ducked, turning to walk backward in front of Ty. Ty looked him up and down with a rakish smile. It warmed Zane almost to the point of distraction. "So Chinese is out for dinner. Anything else sound good?"

"Let's go out."

"You just don't want to be left alone in the house with those cats."

"They're not so bad. Once you get used to their heads spinning. But seriously, let's go sit down somewhere where you get real silverware and I can grope you under a cla.s.sy tablecloth."

Zane laughed. He didn't care where they went, as long as they were together. "It's a little early yet, just now four."

Ty sneered and looked across the parking deck in the direction of his rental. "Let's go drive that thing into the harbor and see how long it takes the insurance adjustor to get there," he said, his eyes shining just enough to make Zane fear he might actually do it.

"Let's not and just fantasize about it at an early dinner." Zane would rather Ty not go postal over another vehicle just yet. He reached out and snagged Ty's arm as he turned to walk beside him. "How about a trip to the batting cages, then we can clean up and get a decent dinner?"

Ty looked sideways at him, grinning widely. He nudged him with his shoulder as they walked, the smile turning warmer and somehow more intimate without really changing. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

Zane smirked. "I guess I am. If by 'date' you mean we end up naked and sweating."

Ty laughed. "You do know how to charm me," he said, looking away and shaking his head.

"Hey, I can be charming," Zane said, b.u.mping Ty's shoulder as they came to a stop at Ty's rental.

Ty turned to him, leaning against the sedan and crossing his arms loosely against his chest. He was still smiling. Not his usual smirk or crooked grin that always warned Zane when he was up to something, but an honest, serene smile. "Yes, you can be," he said after a few moments of comfortable silence.

The concession made Zane's pulse speed, and he knew he was smiling like a fool. He inhaled deeply and willed away an impulse that could only bring trouble. They had to be more careful than they had been. They could do it.

"Pick you up in an hour?"

"I'll be waiting," Ty promised in a low voice that was smooth as honey. Somehow he seemed to know the effect his words had on Zane, and he was antagonizing him with the gentle flirtation.

Zane narrowed his eyes and glared at Ty for a moment before turning toward his own truck, trying to ignore how flushed he was. He'd get back at Ty tonight, in the privacy of their home. The home they would be sharing from now on.

Ty would be there; that was all that mattered.

The CUT & RUN series.

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