Chapter 13

The tiny firecracker of anticipation went off again, small and sneakily tempting. Back in the field. A field, anyway. A mission. Using those skills. For Simon’s family.

He stretched a leg, draped it over Simon. Did some more cuddling. Holding on.

Simon, reading his mind—that writer’s brain at work, even when feeling shimmery—said, “He’s your brother as well. You know he thinks of you that way.”

“Does he?”

“Steve’s a human version of an untrained Labrador puppy, but he’s loyal.” Simon looked up at him. “He adores you. He thinks you can do anything. And…”

“And?”