by Lynn Hagen
Jordan was also giving Mason privacy to speak to his father.
“I do,” Mason admitted. “And I’ll think about where to go from here with you, but I can’t right now. I need to be with Jordan.”
With a nod, Dexter turned and headed down the driveway.
“How’d things end with you two?” Jordan asked after he jogged over to Mason.
“Not sure.” They hadn’t exchanged phone numbers. Mason wasn’t sure if he’d ever see his father again. But he was okay with that.
One of the men on the cleanup crew nodded at Mason before the men piled into the van and drove away, taking Raven’s body with them. Dagger came outside, his arm in a sling.
“Too much excitement for one night,” he said. “Gonna head home.”
Mason shook his hand. “Thank you for coming to my aid.”
Dagger snorted. “The only thing I did was get shot. Not sure how helpful I was, but if you ever need me, I’m just a phone call away.”
“Ditto,” Mason said.
As Dagger headed off, Mason led Jordan inside. The house was in order, not a speck of dirt left behind.
“Did Raven really come after you because you wanted to retire, or was it for another reason?” Jordan asked as he dropped onto the couch.
Mason wasn’t really sure. To be honest, he never wanted to think about the agency again. “Why don’t we make a deal?”
Jordan frowned. “What kind of deal?”
Mason joined him on the couch and pulled his lover into his arms, the one place Jordan would always belong. “You never ask about agency stuff again, and in return, I’ll make you my famous pancakes come morning.”
Jordan countered the offer. “How about I never ask, and you never have anyone else come after you?”
That might be a hard promise to keep, but Mason nodded, giving Jordan the safety and security he was looking for. “Deal.”
“I still want those pancakes, though.” Jordan grinned. He leaned into Mason, and minutes later was sound asleep.
Mason wasn’t sure what the future had in store for them, but he would do his damnedest to make Jordan happy. He finally had the life he’d always craved and would fight to the death to keep it.
Jordan snuggled closer and sighed. Mason ran his hand through Jordan’s soft hair. Yep, for the first time in his life, he was in love, and he looked forward to a boring, happy life with the man who meant the world to him.
Jordan let the dogs out as the succulent smell of bacon filled the house. Every morning since the shootout, Mason had made breakfast. Jordan had told him that he didn’t have to, but Mason seemed to be in heaven doing everyday domestic things.
Like laundry.
Jordan hated doing laundry, but he split the chores with Mason. He took care of Buster and Wally’s needs, and Mason did the rest.
That seemed fair enough to him.
“You keep cooking like this and I just might fall in love with you,” Jordan teased as he stood by the door and waited for the dogs to come back inside.
“You keep eating what I cook and I just might let you.” Mason wore an apron over his sheriff’s uniform as he filled their plates with food. “Now sit down and eat before you have to rush off.”
“Aye-aye, Captain.” Jordan left the back door open as he slid onto the stool at the counter. Life was almost perfect. His mother had called three weeks ago to tell him Michael had been arrested and charged. He would be spending time in prison for the assault charges, but he seemed to be doing better since once again being put on a steady regimen of his medications.
She went to visit him once a week and Michael asked about Jordan every time, but Jordan wasn’t ready to make that trip. Sometimes you had to let go in order to move ahead. He’d go see Michael…someday.
But for now, Jordan was enjoying his life with Mason.
“You gotta give me a kiss for the bacon,” Mason said. “It’s a fair trade.”
Jordan chuckled. “And if I don’t want bacon?”
His smile widened when Mason’s lower lip slid out. The big bad sheriff looked comical pouting.
And sexy.
“Fine,” Jordan said with exasperation. He knew where the kiss would lead, and he was right.
As soon as their lips touched, Mason lifted Jordan off his seat and carried him to their bedroom for morning sex. Jordan might’ve come to Wildfire for work, but he’d found love, too. And as long as his sheriff kept loving him right back, Jordan was fine with almost perfect.
THE END
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