Page 38 of Exhale
“Yeah, he wants me to access the surrogate agency he and Mac are going through.”
“Don’t they already have Robert Patrick Mackenzie junior?”
Jordan snickered. “Yeah, and he’s a handful, but they want to have another boy and a girl.”
“Have you cracked access to the agency yet?” Owen asked.
“I haven’t tried.”
“Why?”
“You know how you buy something really good at the store and you’re reluctant to open it and eat it because it will be over?”
“Huh?” Owen looked at him like he was nuts.
“Hacking into something new is like a cookie to me. I want to savor it.”
Owen chuckled, the sound warm and rich, making Jordan smile.
“Seriously?” Owen said.
“No.” Now it was Jordan’s turn to laugh. “But I had you thinking, didn’t I?”
“You suck,” Owen said with a laugh, using Jordan’s term because it was fitting.
Jordan was full of surprises.
Like this place filled with a small family that loved Jordan dearly. Owen could tell, it was noticeable in the way they doted on Jordan.
He wanted that for his kids.
Badly.
His throat tightened up.
“Hey…” Jordan reached over and linked their fingers together.
Owen tugged gently on Jordan’s hand, pulling the man increment by increment closer.
Jordan’s brilliant blue eyes were locked on his lips.
His breath stuttered and skipped out of his throat as his own lips parted. Closer, he tugged until Jordan was half out of his chair.
Owen’s head dipped down, his whole mind and body consumed with kissing Jordan.
“Hey, you two, want some coffee?”
Marsha’s voice floated from the kitchen and hit him like a dash of cold water.
Jordan jerked back into his chair, and Owen released the techie’s hand before he sat upright in his seat.
“We should probably hit the road soon,” Owen said, clearing his throat.
“She’s already made us up a bed in the basement spare room,” Jordan said.
Owen’s blood pumped, and he stood so that he could call in through the open kitchen window.
“I’ll take a cup,” he told Marsha.
