Chapter 26

Mack looked around. It was a typical New York boutique hotel room: small, well-decorated, and stylishly furnished.

“Bed takes up mosta the damned room,” Seth said as he tossed his hat on a small desk and turned to Mack. “But then a bed is about all ya really need, right?”

He walked toward Mack and wrapped him in a hug. Mack didn’t resist but let his arms hang at his sides. The same look Mack had seen in the restaurant was in Seth’s eyes once more—the one that seemed to be searching for something, hoping to find it and bring it out into the open. Mack felt his heart start to beat wildly.

“How about it, cowboy?”

Mack hadn’t been called cowboy in years, not since he’d left Montana.

“Will ya share my bedroll with me tonight?”

“Seth…”

Seth pulled him closer, their hard bodies pressing together.

“Seth, I…”