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“We’re not ready to go public yet, and I understand that, but we are JKs. Our addresses are only filed with Kyle. He’s likely not going to notice you have the same one as I. I’ve been there for decades. And even if he did, he’s a fallen knight. There’s no way he’d gossip and spread it around.”
“I really do want to continue to share a home with you.”
“Good, come with me. I’ve been dying to show you the place I put together for us. I want you to be honest, though, and change anything you don’t like.”
Pierson brushed their lips together, then slid his tongue in to deepen the kiss. Mitchell let it soothe away the tumult of the last few minutes. His arms squeezed tighter around the man who owned his heart, and he was smiling again when they had to break for air. “I’m going to love it and not want to change a thing,” Pierson predicted.
“I’ll stand my ground when it comes to different sheets. I can’t wait to fuck you on red silk.”
Chapter 30
Feeling sheepish and ashamed of himself, Pierson managed a grin. “Silk, really? Won’t we slide around on that?”
“Maybe. That might be half the fun.”
“I’m sorry.”
“How many times are you going to apologize?” Mitchell asked gently.
“I feel like an asshole.”
“Occasionally you are.”
“Same goes, Brooks.”
Mitchell pulled out of his arms and cocked his head to the side. “If you think that’s news, you’re sadly mistaken. I’ll text you a picture in a sec so you can teleport.”
“Are you done with dinner?”
“You devoured what I didn’t so if I’m not, we’ll need to order something else.”
Pierson was surprised that Mitchell was telling the truth about the pizza. So angry and hurt, he’d simply shoved it into his mouth without thought. “Did you want me to have another one delivered?”
“Blondie, I’m good. Let’s go.”
“Okay,” Pierson said and gave in to the impulse to kiss him again. Mitchell responded with a wink, then shimmered out of the apartment. Pierson’s phone rang and he pulled the device from his pocket, to find it was RK Conley, which had him answering immediately. “JK Murphy.”
“Hey, Pierson, how are you?”
“I’m good and yourself?”
“I wasn’t sure how you’d be feeling. I know you spoke with your supervisor and are aware that you’re being transferred to Vegas. We’d like to talk to you in person. Are you free tomorrow?”
“Of course,” Pierson responded and silently winced when there was a beep notifying him of an incoming text.
“It’s Saturday, so do you mind coming over to our condo?”
“That’s not a problem.”
“If you’d prefer not to wait, we could meet tonight.”
“Tomorrow is fine, my schedule is completely free. FK36 Barnaby has already released me from my duties.”
“I hope you know it was never our intention to cut your stint in DC short, but I’m afraid we underestimated the impact losing you to another city would have. You’re simply too valuable to us and the entire Vegas office.”
“I’ll admit I was surprised and disappointed by the suddenness of the transfer, but I can understand what kind of burden any JK being removed from headquarters would have on the officers who remain.”
“You’ve never been an ordinary Juris Knight, Pierson, and the loss of you has been enormous. But we can discuss that tomorrow. Tell me what time is good for you.”
