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Harry was about to reply—Asher was clearly feeling better after his long nap, given he was back to insulting Harry—when over the speaker, the captain advised to prepare for landing.
“I haven’t seen Yunho in a long time,” Asher said. “I’m looking forward to seeing him.”
“How much are you looking forward to it?” Harry asked. “Do I need to give you two some private time?”
Asher laughed. “You’re so jealous, it’s actually sweet.”
Harry rolled his eyes. There was no point in denying his jealousy. “Yeah, well, just so you know, I wouldn’t be okay with that. With giving you private time. I mean, if you wanted to talk and catch up that’s fine, but...” He shook his head. “Never mind.”
Asher was apparently very amused. “I’m glad you wouldn’t be okay with that because I wouldn’t be okay with that either. With giving you private time with someone else. If you know what I mean.”
Harry couldn’t even describe the relief he felt. The joy. It made him giddy. “Good. Glad we got that sorted.”
Asher laughed. “And secondly, Yunho’s not like that. Well, he is. But not with me. We never went there. Never wanted to.”
“What do you mean he is like that? Heiswhat?”
“You’ll see when you meet him.”
“Great.” The thing was, Harry had no idea what to expect. All he knew of Yunho was his name and that he was some kind of whiz computer hacker. That Asher had saved his life some years ago, helped him stage his own death to defect from his country.
Asher had also mentioned Korea. Not that Yunho was from there exactly, but he’d said the word four in Korean sounded the same as death. And the name Oh Yunho did sound Korean. And if Yunho had todefectfrom his country, Harry could assume, maybe, that he was from North Korea?
It didn’t matter to Harry either way. He just liked to know something about a person before he put his life in their hands.
Yunho had helped them, no doubt about it. But Harry would feel a whole lot better about him once he’d met him.
The plane landed on a private runway in the humid jungle mountains of Thailand. They were then driven for half an hour to a marina where they were put on a boat—an extremely nice boat, mind you—and after sailing out into the very blue ocean for twenty minutes, an island came into view.
Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
It was something out of a James Bond movie.
The boat pulled into a sheltered dock that was built into the island. The lawns were manicured to perfection, island gardens were lush green, birds cawed in the trees. But from the dock, a path ran up to a grand house. Modern white stone and glass but surrounded by palms, and although Harry could barely see only a part of it, he knew it was going to be huge.
When Asher had said Yunho had money...
Harry helped Asher onto the dock, and as soon as Asher’s feet were on the island, a man came running from the house down toward them.
He wore old, faded jeans and a white, long sleeve oversized grandad-collared shirt, and sandals. Harry didn’t know whether to be alarmed, but by Asher’s smile, he knew who it was.
Yunho.
He stopped when he saw Asher. Or more specifically, Asher’s face. “My darling,” Yunho said, walking to close the distance between them. He gently cupped Asher’s cheeks and put his forehead to Asher’s.
Harry thought for a horrible moment they were about to kiss, but no. They each closed their eyes and just breathed. “I’ve missed you, brother,” Asher whispered.
“I was so worried,” Yunho said. Then he pulled back and frowned. “Your beautiful face...”
“I’m okay,” Asher said with a smile. Then he looked at Harry. “Harry. This is the infamous Four, Oh Yunho.”
Yunho turned his attention to Harry. “We finally meet,” Harry said, holding out his hand.
Yunho shook it, studying him. “I am indebted to you for saving his life.”
“You saved us a few times,” Harry replied. “So maybe we can call it even.”
Yunho looked at Asher and gave him a smile. “He is as gorgeous as you said. And so big and strong.”
