Page 216 of Nothing Special X: The Last Stand

Apparently, his best friend wasn’t interested in being a billionaire.

Syn and Furi were sitting together on the fence, with Nimbus close by, shoulder to shoulder, their heads bent close.

Ro, Micheals, and Mason were playing a never-ending game of cornhole with their new team of PIs and bounty hunters. They were so drunk, they’d changed the rules of the game from getting the bag in the hole, to how far away they could throw it.

Fox and Bull were swaying to the low music under one of the speakers, Bull’s arm around Fox’s back, his face lifted toward the stars.

Day came up beside him, quiet for once.

God pulled him into his chest. “You ready?”

Day sighed. “No.”

“No?”

“I’m not ready for any of it. Leaving. Starting over. Running a private security firm. Hollywood. Wearing suits and not chasing bad guys down the street. Seeing the guys on holidays only. Curtis being married. Gen being grown. Us…getting old. Dying from smog.”

God kissed Day’s temple. “You’ve got to stop worrying about this damn smog, sweetheart.”

Day looked at him.

“And we’re only as old as we feel.”

“Yeah, well my knees said I was ninety-seven this morning.”

God took his hand. “Come on.”

Day let him lead him away from the lights, the music, the racket of the crew breaking down the tent, beyond the tables, laughter and drunken squabbles.

They walked toward a quieter part of the property where the grass sloped down toward a pond, which reflected the stars. Strings of lights trailed along the fence behind them, but out there, the night had more room.

God stopped beneath a large oak, its branches spread wide overhead, leaves whispering in the warm breeze, fireflies blinking near the water.

Day stepped in front of him. “What’s in that brilliant mind of yours?”

God stared into those gorgeous hazel eyes that’d seen him at his worst and stayed. His husband, who’d walked through every impossible thing with him, hand and hand, shoulder to shoulder. And never faltered. “I was thinking…”

“About what?”

God slid his hands to Day’s waist. “About the first time I saw you.”

Day’s expression shifted, surprise warming his cheeks. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You were loud, sarcastic, cocky, disrespectful…a fuckin’ pain in the ass.”

Day laughed. “Is this your idea of romance?”

“And I knew,” God kept going.

Day’s smile faded slowly.

God swallowed. “I knew I was gonna be by your side for the rest of my life.”

Day blinked, his eyes shining brighter.

He brushed his thumb along Day’s jaw. “We did a lot of damage.”

Day huffed. “That we did.”