Page 228 of Cross & Crown

He finally got it to work and headed for the route home,

glancing at Nick worriedly.

“Hey,” he said. He reached over the console and touched

Nick’s thigh. “You should be proud of yourself. You found a

two-hundred-year-old missing treasure today.”

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Nick chuckled softly, the sound sending a chill up Kelly’s

spine. He opened his eyes and sighed. “No, I didn’t.”

“What are you talking about?” Kelly took his eyes off the

road long enough to look at Nick. “You were faking it?”

“Yep.” Nick closed his eyes and sighed again. “No idea

where that treasure is. I know where it’s not, though.”

“Where?”

“It’s not under that monument. Redcoats didn’t dig that

grave; they never stopped to bury the rebel dead. It’s not

there.”

Kelly stared at him for so long he almost ran off the road.

“Huh.”

“What?”

“You had me going. I didn’t know you could still fake

something and fool me.” Nick was staring at him again.

“What?”

“I love you.”

Kelly grinned lopsidedly, biting his lip and nodding.

“Yeah, you do.”

They were silent for most of the ride home. Nick actually

dozed for a little while, until they got into the older part of the city where the streets were smaller and confusing and

Kelly almost killed them by not realizing that a Boston turn

signal was just a blaring horn rather than a blinking light.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he got them to the

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