“I don’t understandwhat went wrong,” Roman said as the driver stopped outside their house.

Salem hadn’t had the energy to navigate public transport tonight.

“I know. I don’t know what happened, either,” Salem said.

But he still thought a leak was the most likely explanation even though Riordan had shot him down quick.

That bastard rubbed him the wrong way.

“It’s not your fault, though,” Salem added. Roman had met them when they arrived home for the debrief at headquarters. Salem hated that Tamsyn had been left alone, but they’d needed Roman for the meeting.

Roman nodded glumly.

“Has our girl been okay?” he asked as he unlocked the front door.

“She’s been bringing me food and drinks while I’ve been working. She’s wonderful.”

The door opened and a whirlwind threw herself at him. He closed his arms around her. This is what he’d needed.

His girl.

“I’m so sorry it all went wrong,” she said as he carried her into the living room and sat with her on his lap on the sofa.

He raised his eyebrows at Roman.

“Roman didn’t tell me anything. Other than you weren’t successful. You’ve been working so hard, too.”

They had.

So hard that he felt like he’d neglected her these last two weeks. Cupping her face between his hands, he kissed her soft and slow.

When he drew back, she had a dreamy look on her face.

“Missed you, baby.”

“Missed you too,” she said. “Where’s Alexei, though?”

“He needed some time to decompress,” Salem explained. “Did you get into any mischief while I was away?”

“Who me? Never. I’m a good girl.”

“Sure you are.”

“But you look stressed. Maybe I could find a way to help you relax?”

“Hmm . . . what would you suggest?” he asked.

“I’ll just go and find something to do,” Roman said, stepping back.

“Stay,” Salem snapped. Then he cleared his throat. Shit. He needed to calm down. He wasn’t Roman’s team leader right now. He was his roommate.

And his co-boyfriend.

Okay. That was weird.

“If you want,” he added.

“Tamsyn?” Roman asked.