Chapter 2

“Sweetheart,” cooed Nolan, stepping in for an embrace. Their lips met in a quick, loving kiss. “You smell heavenly.”

“As do you,” Makai returned the compliment. “Was it bad on the streets? That storm seems relentless.”

“No worse than usual.” Nolan threw a glance back at his coat, almost as if there was something he wanted to say or somewhere else he wanted to be. A touch of panic fed Makai’s lingering anxiety. Was he about to make a fool of himself tonight? Even as the thought crossed his mind, Nolan turned back to him, slipping his hand in Makai’s and giving it a squeeze. “Never you worry. It could have been a blizzard out there, nothing would keep me from spending my evening with you.”

Makai relaxed a bit. “You have no idea how much that means to me. Come, let me pour you a glass of wine and then I’ll check dinner.”