Chapter 9

“Uh-huh. Kids were not part of the deal when we got married. Besides, I think we’re a bit old to even think about it.”

Steve grinned. “I was teasing. Although, mid-forties isn’t really that old.”

“Ain’t that young, either. Before you know it we’ll be checking out men’s hair coloring products atthe drug store.”

“Bite your tongue,” Steve muttered, swatting his husband’s ass. “I intend to grow old gracefully and savor every wrinkle and gray hair because they show I’ve lived—” he hugged Gary, “—and loved a wonderful man.”

“Don’t go all mushy,” Gary retorted, hugging him back. “You have a stake-out to do tonight.”

“Yeah, I know.” Steve sighed before beginning to set the kitchen table. “I hope it gets results.”

“Me, too, for your sake. I know how much you hate doing them.”

“No kidding. The only thing more boring is…”

“Watching paint dry,” they said at the same time.

Gary grinned when Steve gave him the finger. “Your standard response.”