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Jack nodded. “Even then.”

“I’m sorry,” Gray said.

Jack gaped at him. Gray was a man who apologized with deeds, not words.

“Don’t look at me like that. I can own up to my mistakes. I’ve been an ass to you. I just don’t want to fail at this job.”

Mason rubbed Jack’s back and pulled him close. “School only lasts a few more months. And then I can be around a lot more too.”

“I know. I’m trying to be patient, but after the day I had, I needed you, both of you.”

“Then just ask,” Mason said.

“Sometimes I forget I can do that.”

“I think we all do,” Mason said.

“Me most of all,” Gray agreed.

“So, do you two have time to comfort me?” Jack said, pitching his voice low.

Mason glanced at the clock. “A quickie. I doubt my chemistry professor will be amused if I tell him my boyfriends demanded sex, so I didn’t get to study.”

Jack imagined Mason saying just that and grinned. “Probably not, but I’d love to see the look on his face.”

“Drop your pants and hold onto the counter,” Gray commanded.

Jack’s eyes widened. “You really aren’t wasting time, are you?”

“Do you want to be fucked or do you want to mouth off?”

Mason’s licked his lips as he glanced back and forth between the two of them.

“You too,” Gray barked at him.

“But—”

“I intend to fuck you both.”

What came next more than made up for the weeks of neglect.

8

The next afternoon, Jack was cuddled with Mason on the couch, watching the first season ofDeep Space Nine. A ringtone startled them from their geek daze, and Mason paused the show.

Jack fumbled for his phone, which was on the coffee table, but he quickly realized the sound wasn’t his ring.

Mason glanced down at his phone, which was also silent, then he jumped up. “It’s Gray’s.”

The ringing stopped, but Jack could see that the missed call was from Roberson. “Shit. It could be important.”

Gray was still working the murder/drug case. He and Roberson hadn’t yet figured out if their informant had been compromised, but the plan they’d laid to catch the distributor they were after had been blown to hell. The woman Jack and Huck had arrested was innocent, of murder at least, but Roberson had yet to get any useful information from her. She was clearly more scared of someone thinking she’d turned on them than of prison. Gray was working on a new plan that would let them go ahead withthe bust, but Jack thought it was way too dangerous. Until they found the murderer and knew his motive, they had no idea how exposed they were.

Gray’s voicemail alert chimed. Jack debated for about two seconds whether it was an unforgivable invasion of privacy before he pressed play and held the phone to his ear.

Gray, call me as soon as you get this. We need to cancel your afternoon plans. This is a rivalry issue, not an inside job. They know who you are.

Fuck! Gray was headed into danger. Jack hit redial. Roberson answered thinking he was Gray, and Jack explained that Gray had left his phone at home.

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