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“Speaking of flights and such, what is the plan? I haven’t heard any talk about next jobs or where we are supposed to go. Didn’t you say that we vote on everything? Do you see me as a junior member? Am I not allowed to vote yet?”
“No, baby, nothing junior about you,” Charlie purred. He started to lean in but stopped suddenly. He made a disgruntled noise as he dug the little plastic device out of his ear. After shoving it into his pocket, he turned his attention to Will. “They don’t need to listen in to this part, and I don’t need feedback from the peanut gallery.”
Will tipped his head up to rest on the roof of the car and laughed. He could only imagine what the others were saying. As it was, Soren and Alexei were somewhere close by getting a show already.
“No job is currently lined up. Ed is planning to go to the States for a little bit, visit family and go through some PT for his shoulder. Kairo mentioned seeing family too. West said something about getting into trouble with Soren and Alexei,” Charlie listed.
“Wow. That leaves you with no one to babysit,” Will teased.
“No, that leaves me with a very sassy doctor I want to spend some time getting to know all over again,” Charlie corrected.
Why is this man so endlessly smooth?
He was melting. Will didn’t want to melt. He wanted to be just as cool and smooth when it came to Charlie, but even though they’d been apart for six years, Charlie still knew him. He knew what buttons to push. He understood what was important to him.
“I was thinking I’d take a page out of Soren’s book. Let’s go to an island for a week or two. No guns. No explosions. No insanity. Just us being together.” With his hands planted on either side of Will on the roof, Charlie leaned his head down and brushed the sweetest kiss to the center of his forehead. “I think I need to spend the next thirty to forty years holding you, Will. Do you think we could do that? Just let me hold you.”
Will wrapped his arms around Charlie’s waist and pulled his lover in tight. “I want that, too.”
“You know once I start, I’m never letting you go. No matter what,” Charlie warned.
“Please, don’t. I love you, Charlie. Don’t ever let me go again.”
Charlie placed his hand under Will’s chin, tipping his head up. “I love you, Will Monroe. You will always be mine.” He captured Will’s lips in a deep, searing kiss. He felt it all the way down to his soul—the promise of forever. Charlie Sands was truly his, heart and soul. No matter where they went, what insanity they faced, they would finally do it together.
And Will couldn’t wait.
EPILOGUE
KAIRO JONES
Kairo lurched forward, coughing and choking on his beer, as Soren delivered the punchline to his story about sneaking into the bedroom of a known arms dealer and being harassed by his four cats. Ed slapped him hard on the back, possibly knocking Kairo’s lungs up into his throat.
“You okay?” Edison asked, tears of laughter still gathered in the corners of his eyes.
“Yeah, fine,” Kairo rasped. He took a delicate sip of his beer to clear his throat. This was what he got for attempting to drink while Soren was in the mood to tell stories.
Alexei was proving to be just as creative, though, as he told of his own insane adventures. Someone so young should not have experienced the things he had.
When he caught his breath, Kairo sank into his chair and stared down the long table they’d claimed in the restaurant. Shortly after Charlie and Will returned from meeting with Carlos—aka Thiago fucking Vergara—Kairo informed them that he’d acquired tickets for a ferry headed a short hop, skip, and a jump across the Atlantic to Uruguay. Specifically, the small, historic town of Colonia. They’d grabbed hotel rooms and were now settled in a restaurant serving delicious drinks and lots of meat, which allowed them to watch the fireworks in Buenos Aires from a safe distance.
As they boarded the ferry, Kairo just might have sent off countless packets of information revealing the fact that Lorenzo Perez was married to a child who had been stolen from a couple who had been kidnapped during the era of the military dictatorship. His wife was one of the very people whose existence he was trying to deny in the first place. The Argentine media was exploding with this news, and it even seemed to be getting picked up across different news agencies across South America.
Oh, yes. This was looking very bad for Lorenzo Perez and his asshole son. His chances at the Argentine presidency were dwindling by the second.
Kairo took one last glance at the news headlines on his phone and then tucked it away with a soft cackle.
