Page 81 of Hard Rain
Axel set the glasses on the table.
“I know.”
“Our partnership.”
“I know.”
“Our friendship.”
“I know.”
“Our home.”
“I know.”
Whip frowned.
“You’re making this awfully difficult.”
“I know.”
Whip ground his teeth, slid the biscuits out of the oven, tipped them into a bowl, and brought them to the counter.
He set the bowl down before turning back to Axel.
“Are you going to say anything besides—”
He never finished.
Axel crossed to him in three easy strides, cupped the back of his neck and kissed him.
Like he’d been meaning to do it again ever since they’d walked through the front door.
The first kiss had stolen his breath. This one made it impossible to remember why he’d started arguing in the first place.
When Axel stepped back, Whip simply stared at him.
“…Seriously?”
Axel didn’t look the least bit sorry.
“Research.”
Whip briefly closed his eyes before dropping onto his bar stool and reaching for his fork.
Axel slid onto the stool across from him, grabbed a biscuit, and added an alarming amount of butter.
“You’re impossible,” Whip said.
“I’ve been called worse.”
“You interrupted my argument.”
“I know.”
“I hadn’t finished.”
“I know.”
