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Trammel
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Текст книги "Trammel "


Автор книги: Anah Crow


Соавторы: Dianne Fox
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With that, he was gone, huge wings launching his raptor form into the clouds and beyond in a few beats.

Dane waited until he couldn’t hear the bird any longer, then he let himself drop to all fours, relishing the ease with which he slid from shape to shape. The wind was voiceless in his ears, but he listened anyway. Someday, the wind would speak again, when it was time for him to go. He wasn’t ready for that day yet. He had too much to do, and a place to fill in a bed somewhere in this new city.

The shifting of the bed woke Lindsay. It came with a curl of cool air on his back as the sheets were lifted and brought back down.

“Go to sleep, little bunny,” Dane grumbled. He rolled close, a warm, bare wall of soft skin over solid muscle.

Lindsay turned toward him, but caught one of Noah’s hands in his and laced their fingers together, drawing Noah’s arm over him as he put his back to Noah’s chest. Noah pulled him closer, and sighed against the nape of his neck, relaxing into deeper sleep again.

Headlights arced through the window, lighting Dane’s face as a car outside turned the corner. He looked older and wiser and infinitely sadder. It felt like months since the last time Dane and Lindsay had fallen asleep together.

Lindsay touched Dane’s scruffy cheek and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too. It’s good I told you,” Dane said roughly. “Couldn’t add that to the things I have to be sorry for.” He kissed Lindsay back tenderly. “Didn’t think you’d catch on this fast, mind.”

“It’s amazing what a little terror and loneliness will do for my powers of perception,” Lindsay muttered.

Noah had taught him as well, without either of them knowing it, every time Lindsay had watched him remember his wife. Lindsay had wished, all this time, that he had known to say the words. They were such

small words, but they meant more than he could explain. The chance to say them was a gift Lindsay would never take for granted.

Lindsay drew Dane in for another kiss, and another and another, until he couldn’t stay awake anymore. Dane held him and petted him—like always—and he fell asleep again, wrapped up in warmth.

For better or for worse, they were home.

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