Page 190 of Affair
That was all he had to hear.
Gamble kissed him.
It was deep, it was warm, and it said everything that Gamble needed it to say.
He wouldn’t run.
He’d stay and fight.
As long as this man stayed and fought, too, then they could make a difference.
When he slowly broke the kiss, Gamble was feeling better, and he hoped Poe was too.
“Are we good?” he asked.
Poe nodded.
“We are good, Gamble,” he said, then, he handed him his fish. “Eat mine too,” he stated. “You need the calories. I’m going to be sitting my ass in the cavern of spiders while you’re out there. I don’t need the calories. I’ll be good.”
He took it.
“Are you sure?”
He touched his cheek.
“I need you to be strong so you can come back to me in our happy, spidery cave of fun. You’re likely going to have to save me all over again, but this time from my mental breakdown.”
He laughed.
Yeah, Gamble wanted to come back.
How could he not?
He made the mental note to bring back some things that Poe would enjoy. If he could breech the house, he would do just that.
What he needed was a gun.
Looking at his watch as he ate the fish, he knew he needed to get moving.
It would be easier moving in the light, and if the mercenaries were at the house, or the orchard, he’d be able to get around them.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” Gamble asked. “I won’t be gone long.”
He pointed at the fire.
“We have enough wood. I’ll tell myself ghost stories about the people the spiders ate and that now haunt the cave,” he stated.
He snorted.
His dry British humor was exactly what Gamble needed to feel good.
Gamble reassured his man—because that was what he was.
“They aren’t going to hurt you unless you bother them,” he stated. “Thus, don’t touch the walls.”
He wouldn’t be touching the walls, the ceiling, or the floor if it was up to him.
Poe was going to stand in the middle of the room and try not to have the mother of all panic attacks.
