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Then he didn’t wait for a response. He slid the door closed and walked through the apartment to the front door.

Follow me. Please. Follow me.

Adam didn’t. Nick made it up the steps of the apartment building, through the locked front door, and across the parking lot.

But when he pressed the button on the car door clicker, Adam’s voice stopped him.

“Nick. Stop. Wait.”

Nick turned. Adam was jogging across the stretch of pavement to catch up with him.

Nick wasn’t sure what he expected. A kiss, a plea to stay, a hug, for god’s sake.

But Adam stopped and said, “Why didn’t you tell me the truth about Tyler?”

Nick frowned. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Quinn told me that when you were younger, Tyler used to beat the crap out of you. That Gabriel used to stop him.”

Oh.

Nick leaned against the car and memorized the asphalt. “I didn’t lie to you. Tyler is an ass**le.” But he couldn’t say it with the vitriol he usually saved for Tyler Morgan.

Adam didn’t say anything.

Nick glanced up, then quickly away, feeling the weight of Adam’s eyes, knowing he needed to offer more of an answer. “I never told you because I was embarrassed.” Another hesitation. “And because I didn’t want to diminish what had happened to you.”

“I wish I’d known.” Adam hesitated. “And what happens to you doesn’t diminish anything that happens to me.”

“It’s fine. It’s not a big deal.”

Adam moved closer, and Nick froze. “It is a big deal. All of this is a big deal. If you’re in danger—if someone is threatening you—” He broke off and swore. “Damn it, Nick. If this is going to work, you have to trust me to care about you back.”

If this is going to work. Nick stared at him.

But Adam still looked agitated. “You made it sound like—I thought it was some stupid family rivalry. I yelled at you at the studio, and I would have—I should have told him to get the hell out of there.” He put his hands on Nick’s face, warm and strong and secure.

But then he shook his head. “I’m so pissed that you thought you had to sit there with him.”

Nick put his hands over Adam’s and held them there. “No.

I’m glad I had to sit there with him. Because I finally got the chance to tell him off.”

Honestly, now that they’d come to this point, Nick wondered why he hadn’t said something to Tyler years ago.

No, he knew why. Because he’d never met anyone who made him feel like he had a right to what he wanted, not just what everyone else expected.

“Besides,” Nick said. “You were right. People do have different capacities for failure.”

“And triumph,” said Adam. Then he leaned forward and kissed him.

He drew back before too long, but not far. His voice was soft.

“Can you stay?”

Nick wanted nothing more.

But he shook his head. “Michael will have a panic attack if I’m not home soon. Too much is up in the air.”

“Are you in danger?”

“We’re always in danger.”

Adam stroked a finger along Nick’s cheek. “Can danger wait five minutes?”

Nick smiled. “Danger can wait ten.”

Darkness had claimed the sky by the time Nick made it home. Michael was waiting for him in the living room, re -

arranging the furniture to cover a large cut-out portion of carpeting. Nick could hear Chris and Becca and Hunter having a hushed conversation in the kitchen.

“I was about ready to send out a search party,” Michael said.

Nick flung his keys on the side table. The day had been long and terrifying. But now that his family was safe, old worries forced their way back into his head. “I’m fine. They’re fine.”

Michael looked like he was going to start picking, and Nick wanted to head that off at the pass. “What happened to Tyler?”

“He helped make sure the woods were clear, offered to help re-carpet the living room, and then he left.”

Nick scowled. He’d hoped Tyler would be the usual selfish prick he knew him to be. “Wow, that was generous of him.”

“Sometimes,” said Michael, “when a fight has been going on for a long time, it stops being about who’s right and who’s wrong, and it starts being about who can bury the hatchet first.”

Nick was too tired for this. “Thanks, Yoda. Wise words, you say.” He headed for the stairs.

“Hey,” Michael called after him. “I’m not just talking about Tyler.”

Nick didn’t pause. “Caught the subtext, Mike. Really understated.”

Nick expected Michael to say something else, but his older brother moved away from the bottom of the stairs.

When Nick made it to the top, Gabriel was leaning against his bedroom door frame. Waiting.

Nick had known he would be. He’d known it almost since he’d walked through the front door.

His twin looked worn. Tired and drawn. Nick knew the feeling. But Gabriel’s bullet wounds had healed. A good night’s sleep and some sunlight and he’d probably be good as new.

“Hey,” Gabriel said. Hesitant, probably for the first time ever.

Nick was tempted to blow right past him and slam his door in Gabriel’s face. But he stopped. “Hey.”

“Will you come in? Will you talk to me?”

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