Colorado Wild - Colorado Heart 1 by Sara York Page B

heavily armed, but none of the guns were in the living areas . If an intruder made it this far, they had credentials and the codes to get in. His fears were slightly relieved, but he still didn't like the idea of someone coming in at this time—he glanced at the clock on the front of the DVD player seeing that it was close to three in the morning—of the day. Everyone was home except Grant, Marshal, and James and they weren't expected back for days.
    The door from the garage flew open and the light flicked on, bathing the kitchen white. Roger blinked twice, caught off guard by the sudden bright lights.
    "Shit, Roger, you scared the crap out of me." Grant's gruff voice was like balm to his soul. He exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and took a step forward before stopping, unsure if Grant would appreciate the close contact.
    "Sorry, you scared me too."
    "What are you doing up?" Grant closed the door behind him.
    "Couldn't sleep, haven't been the last few days." He bit his tongue and tried to keep from rolling his eyes. Why had he revealed that to Grant? The man didn't need to know that his absence caused such a huge disruption. That they hadn't known each other for long only added to his embarrassment.
    "Really?" Grant shot him a look then shrugged his shoulder. "Well, I'm exhausted. I'm going to head to bed."
    " I think I'm headed that way too." Roger followed Grant down the hall then reached out, grabbing his shoulder. "Wait."
    Grant spun around, his expression shuttered quickly but Roger caught something different in the depths before the man was able to hide the expression. "I'm exhausted, can it wait?"
    "Why are you home so early?"
    Grant blew out a huge breath and leaned his head against the wall, staring at the carpet below. "I was made. Someone spotted me and I was forced to abandon the guys."
    "You left them behind?" Roger was horrified by the thought.
    "Better to be alone than have to worry about being discovered."
    "Almost no one knows what you do, who made you?"
    "S omeone who used to work here. Look, I'm really tired and I need to sleep. I'll debrief you in the morning."
    Roger didn't know why he did it , but Grant was in his arms, his head cradled against Roger's neck before he had time to think about the implications of what he'd done. It took Grant almost five seconds before he relaxed and returned the hug. They stayed like that for a long time, Grant huffing out his breath like he was crying but no words were exchanged.
    Eventually, Grant pulled away and went to his room, not looking back once. Roger entered his own room and fell into the bed, closing his eyes and drifting off without any trouble.
     
     
    Duff hadn't slept well either. Earlier, he'd gone downstairs and found Roger asleep in front of the TV. He'd switched off the device, hoping not to wake the man. Now, with Grant home early, he wished Roger were already in bed. That Roger hadn't slept well since Grant had left hadn't escaped him. He wondered what that was about. Of course, he had found them in bed together already. It did surprise him that Grant hadn't said anything, but then again, they'd gotten busy with the new mission.
    Grant knew better than to fuck around, he only hoped Roger wasn't getting too attached. The cord that bound Craig and Grant together may be stretched to its max but it wasn't broken. He listened to Grant and Roger, knowing exactly who had made him the minute Grant uttered the words. Craig was back. Grant didn't need this trouble.
    Maybe Craig would behave. He'd shocked Duff when he left the ranch the way he had. Everything had been going well then boom, Craig was angry, yelling about not having any control and stormed out. They changed all the security codes, phone numbers, and passwords, making it impossible for Craig to return without the entire ranch being alerted.
    In the morning, he and Grant would have a long discussion, right now he needed to figure out where Craig Jenkins was and if he'd be any