“Sounds like a plan. I owe Tammy a big thank-you.” Ty sighed. “I think I’m too old for this bachelor party crap.”“We’ll be planning yours soon enough.”That was so not appealing, Ty was almost scared. “Let’s just go fishing and call it good.”“Done.”

“Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.”“Dorian who?”I sighed. “Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.”“Sure thing, Gumdrop.”I grimaced. “I take that back. Let’s stick with Grey.”

“Does it make you feel better to know that I missed the hell out of you?" Ty whispered, lips moving against Zane's. "And I hope your still just a little angry when get back to my hotel."Zane let out a shuttering breath, "It'll be more than just a little."Ty hummed, the sound deep and anticipatory. It was almost a purr. "Promise?”

“Let’s go, let’s go together toward something extraordinary and I started making plans, thinking we would get that far.”

“Not everything needs to be planned, Zane,” Ty answered with a tinge of frustration. “Not everything needs a why or how.”

“Tease,” Ty accused softly.“Do I have your attention now?” Zane drawled.“You never lost it,” Ty responded before thinking better of it.”