Stars & Stripes (Cut & Run 6)

He found Ty and Sadie on the porch, and stopped short when he saw them. He hissed for Annie, who was walking through the foyer, and then moved closer.

Sadie was curled in Ty’s arms, sleeping peacefully, her long lashes dark against her cheeks. Her fingers were tangled in his hair where she’d been twirling it. She was tucked up under Ty’s chin, and he was resting his head on top of hers. He was sound asleep too. Zane wasn’t surprised; those tranquilizers would take a while to flush out of his system, and he’d consumed a good deal of wine at dinner to combat the stress. Zane was surprised, however, to see his lover snuggled up with the little girl.

He smiled and leaned against the porch railing.

“Oh my goodness, that is precious. Where’s my camera?” Annie whispered. When she went to look for it, Zane took his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture for himself. Whether he’d use it as blackmail or frame it when they got home was up for debate. Maybe both.

One thing was for sure, though. After being in Texas with him, Zane could see Ty as part of his family, and more importantly, he’d seen that most of his family would accept Ty for what he was: a quirky, brazen, possibly crazy, integral part of Zane’s life. The idea of “forever” with Ty was becoming more and more certain.

Ty opened one eye and looked up at Zane.

“Time to go,” Zane whispered.

Ty moved his arms until he was cradling Sadie and stood up carefully. His wide shoulders made her look tiny, but he was just as gentle with her as Zane knew Ty was with all fragile things. Her hand fell out of his hair and dragged down his face, over his nose and lips, to tuck up under her chin with her other hand. Zane watched in silence, trying not to laugh as Ty merely closed his eyes and let it happen.

Ty handed Sadie off to her daddy a few minutes later, and they said good-bye to Mark and Annie as they headed upstairs to bed.

Harrison stood with them on the porch, then bid Ty and Zane a good night and turned to go inside.

“Sir, I’m sorry for causing problems,” Ty said. He sounded sincere, one of his rare apologies. Harrison stopped at the door and looked him up and down.

“Son, there’s not a problem here that’s your fault.” Harrison nodded to both of them and went back inside.

Ty could tell that something was weighing on Zane’s mind as they headed to the guesthouse, but he waited for Zane to speak up.

Zane didn’t. Ty lasted until after he’d showered and they were both up in the loft bedroom, getting ready for bed, before he lost his patience.

“What’s on your mind, darlin’?” he asked, drawling the affectionate name with a smirk because he knew that Zane loved to hear him say it.

Zane snorted and glanced at him as he folded the shirt he’d been wearing. “What makes you think something’s on my mind?”

“Because you’re Zane Garrett. And Zane Garrett always has something on his mind.” Ty stepped up to Zane and slid his hands onto his hips. Zane smiled at him, though Ty could tell he still wanted to talk about something. He didn’t, though, just wrapped his arms around Ty’s neck and started to move. It turned into a slow dance as Zane’s smile grew wider, and Ty kissed him and slid his hands up Zane’s back.

“I was so damn worried about you,” Zane said. “I promised myself I’d get a dance when you woke up.”

Ty smiled and hugged him tighter. “I’ve decided if I can’t get eaten by a tiger or killed by an animal tranquilizer, then I must be invincible.”

Zane laughed and kissed him again before resting his chin on Ty’s shoulder. “Tytanium.”

“Hovercraft is full of eels, huh?”

“That’s what you said.”

“I think you’re bullshitting.”

“God’s honest truth.”

Ty’s smile softened and he buried his nose in Zane’s neck. “You know you can get a dance anytime.”

“I know,” Zane whispered against his ear. “I wish we could have done this at the bar.”

Ty nodded, wondering if that was what Zane was thinking so hard over. He’d been told how Beverly had reacted to Zane’s news, but that she’d later softened and helped Zane spend the night with him at the hospital. And though Ty was angry and frustrated over the lack of acceptance, he suspected there were added layers.

“Next time we will, if you want to.”

Zane hummed. “I don’t know. I might be embarrassed for everyone to see how bad a dancer you are.”

Ty grunted and pushed his snickering lover away.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Zane crooned as he reached for Ty again.

Ty turned Zane around in a simple box step to put him in front of the bed, then gave him a push to make him sit.

Zane huffed as he thumped down on the mattress. “What do you know that I don’t?” he demanded.

“So much,” Ty said with smirk as he sat beside Zane.

“Ty, come on. What did you find at the pump house? I know you were hiding something.”

Ty nodded. “Why would Mark tell you about what happened at LeJeune when he did?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Think, Zane. Why would he tell you something meant to make you suspicious of your partner right before we’re riding out to look for evidence? It was a preemptive strike, like he was trying to give you a reason to doubt what I found when we got there.”

Zane frowned harder. It was obvious that the thought hadn’t crossed his mind.

“Why would he do that unless he was afraid of what I’d find?”

Zane shook his head. “What did you find?”

“The ground was cold.”

“What?”

“It was cold. The pebble I picked up, the ground under it. It was cool. There’s something under there.”

Zane stared at him, then stood up to pace. “You tried to tell me that at the hospital.”

“In Dari?”

“Uh-huh. We need to go back out there.”

Ty waved at himself, looking offended. “Does this look like it’s going on a horse again?”

Zane stopped pacing and barked a laugh. He stalked closer and climbed into Ty’s lap, brushing his nose against Ty’s. “My apologies.”

“I know how you can make it up to me.”

“I’ll bet you do.” Zane pushed Ty onto his back. “Annie says you’re handsome.”

“Of course she does. Have you seen me?” Ty grinned crookedly, laughed and put his hands behind his head, lounging under Zane.