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“Come in,” Micah’s deep voice rumbled from the other side.

Micah was sitting behind his desk and Landon had pulled a chair over to sit next to him. There were several empty containers of food spread out on top of the desk and the two of them looked up as the door opened, and I popped my head inside.

Micah’s jaw dropped open when he saw it was me and a smile spread across Landon’s face. I’d always liked Landon. He had thick brown hair, broad shoulders, and hazel eyes that could’ve easily landed him on the cover of any magazine, but it was his friendly nature that pulled everyone in. I’d never seen the man when he wasn’t smiling.

The best part, however, was how he made Micah smile. Micah tended to be more serious, probably from the years he’d spent as a Navy SEAL, but he was always more relaxed and happier when his husband was near. It was obvious to everyone that they were meant for each other and I couldn’t be happier for them.

“Jeremy, what…?” he asked. I knew he was happy to see me, but he was equally confused about me showing up unannounced. Landon’s gaze slid back and forth between the two of us, most likely picking up on the fact that this was more than just a friendly visit.

“Micah, I have someone I want you to meet.” Micah’s eyes went wide, and he stood behind his desk, his chair kicking out behind him. Landon seemed to catch on then and he stood too, an unexpectedly hopeful look on his face. I wondered how much Landon knew about the situation. By the way he was acting, it was definitely more than I did.

“Before we go any further, I want to make one thing clear,” I said. Micah looked at me curiously, but he nodded his head once as if to tell me to go on. “No matter why you wanted him brought back here, I will be staying with him. I won’t leave his side unless he asks me to,” I insisted.

Micah’s eyes narrowed. “I have no problem with that, Jeremy. In fact, I’m happy to hear it,” he said.

It was my turn to be surprised. I’d been expecting a lecture on letting the clients handle their own issues and how I shouldn’t stick my nose into things that weren’t my business. Micah’s gaze shot to his husband though and the two of them shared a knowing look as if they were privy to some secret. They turned back to me, wearing matching grins.

“Will you bring him in already?” Micah asked. My brow furrowed, but I stepped inside. Zane followed in after me and I watched as he moved in closer to my side as he faced Micah and Landon.

I looked at him. “This is my boss, Micah, and his husband, Landon,” I explained.

“Guys, this is Zane Wilkinson.” Micah looked Zane up and down and then looked back at me.

“Are you positive?” he asked. I started to answer, but Zane beat me to it.

“Yes, he’s sure. I’m Zane Wilkinson and I want to know how you could let that bastard hire you to come find me,” he hissed.

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