double life that involved weapons. Hunter had been right there the whole time, and nothing led to that conclusion.
But Seth didn’t look convinced. “Maybe put the sex to the side and try to get more out of Will about Ed and Gatt.”
“You’re very obsessed with my sex life.”
“I don’t like that everyone is getting action but me.” Seth glanced at his watch one last time. “I’m nearby if you need me and I’ll be in touch.”
Now that was interesting. “Staying where exactly?”
“Close by.” Seth tucked his hands into his pockets and started walking. “Now, go talk to your boyfriend.”
Hunter watched Seth stalk down the hallway. Fought the temptation to follow him when he realized there was likely an entire group watching him right now. He went with giving the unseen cameras the finger.
When the floor grew quiet again, Hunter typed in the apartment code and slipped inside. Before he could shut the door behind him, Will sat up in bed.
He leaned back on his elbows with the light on low. He shot Hunter an expression that was half glazed with sleep. “What are you doing?”
“I thought I heard a noise in the hallway, but it’s fine.”
Will reached over and fumbled for the small clock next to his side of the bed. “What time is it?”
“Not sure—I can’t sleep.” Hunter debated going into the kitchen and finding something to keep him busy. That would have been smart. Sensible. Instead he opted for putting his knee on the bed and crawling up the mattress until he sat on top of the covers next to Will.
“Is this a sex thing?”
Hunter couldn’t help but smile at that. He glanced at Will. “Sex thing?”
“We could try to exhaust you again.” Will shrugged. “Unless you want me to make tea…I don’t know. Something.” He didn’t bother to get up. Didn’t even make a move to throw off the sheet covering his lower half. “Feel free to say no to that, by the way.”
Hunter wasn’t really sure why Will saw him as a tea guy, or why that would ever be the right option in the middle of the night. He’d forced it down a few times when Stacia insisted on serving it during a meeting. Apparently even killers for hire strictly adhered to teatime. “Sometimes I forget you’re British.”
Will laughed. “The accent doesn’t give it away?”
Damn, the sound of Will’s voice was just plain hot. All haughty and smooth. “That and the tea, I guess.”
Will moved up on the stack of pillows until his shoulder balanced against Hunter’s arm. “Where are you from?”
The question slammed to a halt in Hunter’s head. “What?”
“Too personal?”
“I’ve been inside you. Had my fingers in your ass. Clearly I’m not big on the too-personal line.” But Hunter couldn’t look at him then. Not when they crossed the line from acceptable small talk to none-of-Will’s-fucking-business details.
“Right.” Will let out a long breath and threw one leg over the side of the bed. Balled his hands into fists on either side of his hips but didn’t push up to stand. “That’s why the panic over giving me the name of a hometown seems strange.”
“I don’t panic.”
“But you do evade questions.”
For a second he stared at Will’s back. Hunter had a cover story. He didn’t waver from it. Didn’t overshare, not ever. But for some reason he wanted to say something real. Not important or potentially damaging, but a small bit of truth. “Germany.”
Will glanced at Hunter over his shoulder. “That’s a country, not a town.”
“It’s good to know you learned geography at all those impressive schools. I’d hate to think of your daddy’s money going to waste.”
Will’s shoulders fell as he shook his head. “I’m not taking the bait.”
“What?”
The mattress shifted as Will turned around again. Had one long leg sprawled in front of him and the sheet tucked around his hips and dipping low enough in front to offer a peek of the dark shadow of hair lower on his abdomen.
But Seth didn’t look convinced. “Maybe put the sex to the side and try to get more out of Will about Ed and Gatt.”
“You’re very obsessed with my sex life.”
“I don’t like that everyone is getting action but me.” Seth glanced at his watch one last time. “I’m nearby if you need me and I’ll be in touch.”
Now that was interesting. “Staying where exactly?”
“Close by.” Seth tucked his hands into his pockets and started walking. “Now, go talk to your boyfriend.”
Hunter watched Seth stalk down the hallway. Fought the temptation to follow him when he realized there was likely an entire group watching him right now. He went with giving the unseen cameras the finger.
When the floor grew quiet again, Hunter typed in the apartment code and slipped inside. Before he could shut the door behind him, Will sat up in bed.
He leaned back on his elbows with the light on low. He shot Hunter an expression that was half glazed with sleep. “What are you doing?”
“I thought I heard a noise in the hallway, but it’s fine.”
Will reached over and fumbled for the small clock next to his side of the bed. “What time is it?”
“Not sure—I can’t sleep.” Hunter debated going into the kitchen and finding something to keep him busy. That would have been smart. Sensible. Instead he opted for putting his knee on the bed and crawling up the mattress until he sat on top of the covers next to Will.
“Is this a sex thing?”
Hunter couldn’t help but smile at that. He glanced at Will. “Sex thing?”
“We could try to exhaust you again.” Will shrugged. “Unless you want me to make tea…I don’t know. Something.” He didn’t bother to get up. Didn’t even make a move to throw off the sheet covering his lower half. “Feel free to say no to that, by the way.”
Hunter wasn’t really sure why Will saw him as a tea guy, or why that would ever be the right option in the middle of the night. He’d forced it down a few times when Stacia insisted on serving it during a meeting. Apparently even killers for hire strictly adhered to teatime. “Sometimes I forget you’re British.”
Will laughed. “The accent doesn’t give it away?”
Damn, the sound of Will’s voice was just plain hot. All haughty and smooth. “That and the tea, I guess.”
Will moved up on the stack of pillows until his shoulder balanced against Hunter’s arm. “Where are you from?”
The question slammed to a halt in Hunter’s head. “What?”
“Too personal?”
“I’ve been inside you. Had my fingers in your ass. Clearly I’m not big on the too-personal line.” But Hunter couldn’t look at him then. Not when they crossed the line from acceptable small talk to none-of-Will’s-fucking-business details.
“Right.” Will let out a long breath and threw one leg over the side of the bed. Balled his hands into fists on either side of his hips but didn’t push up to stand. “That’s why the panic over giving me the name of a hometown seems strange.”
“I don’t panic.”
“But you do evade questions.”
For a second he stared at Will’s back. Hunter had a cover story. He didn’t waver from it. Didn’t overshare, not ever. But for some reason he wanted to say something real. Not important or potentially damaging, but a small bit of truth. “Germany.”
Will glanced at Hunter over his shoulder. “That’s a country, not a town.”
“It’s good to know you learned geography at all those impressive schools. I’d hate to think of your daddy’s money going to waste.”
Will’s shoulders fell as he shook his head. “I’m not taking the bait.”
“What?”
The mattress shifted as Will turned around again. Had one long leg sprawled in front of him and the sheet tucked around his hips and dipping low enough in front to offer a peek of the dark shadow of hair lower on his abdomen.
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