It took a few moments for Julian to get his temper and
nerves under control; Kelly could actually see the emotions
playing across his face. “I suppose that makes sense. They
knew Boston was going to be in play in the end.” He stood
there a moment, and Nick and Kelly were both silent, letting
him work through it. “Excuse me,” he finally whispered, and
he stepped past them into the salon.
“He’s handling that well,” Kelly said. “If they had you tied
up somewhere and I found out you were in the same city, I’d
be ripping things apart.”
Nick hummed and nodded as he watched Julian disappear
down the steps.
Kelly studied his profile a moment before jabbing him
with an elbow. “Hey. What’s wrong?”
“Something . . .” Nick shook his head and met Kelly’s
eyes again with a weak smile. He slid his phone into his back
pocket, then pulled Kelly closer to kiss him. “Stick with Cross, will you? See if you two can make some headway with this
treasure shit.”
“You’re the history buff, babe, I’m not sure I’d know
where to start.”
Nick nodded as if he understood that he was basically
asking Kelly to sit on his hands all day. He looked annoyed
with himself. “See what you can come up with anyway. Please?
Don’t let Cross out of your sight.”
“You don’t trust him?”
“Nope.”
“You got it.”
Nick gave him another kiss, lingering over this one, then
headed off for the dock and the parking lot beyond. Julian
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