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snorted, and Tomcat would’ve punched his friend had he been close. As it was, Tomcat’s fists tightened on the steering wheel, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was closing in on a hundred miles an hour. “I don’t have time for this shit.”
    Literally. His handler had called him back to the MC because something big was going down—which meant the CIA and DEA’s own something big would happen sooner rather than later.
    “You have a right to be happy, Tomcat,” Styx told him.
    “Gee, that sounds familiar, you asshole.” Something he’d been telling his partner for years while Styx wore a hair shirt for his first love.
    “Yeah, well, it applies to you, too, if you let it.” Styx paused. “I’ve seen the way you look when you talk about him. I don’t think you realize it.”
    He realized it, all right—realized it was a big fucking problem. “Gotta go, man. Say hi to Law and Paulo.”
    He hung up without waiting for Styx’s reply. Knew the man would understand, but he didn’t have the time for this kind of shit.
    He thought back to his early days in the service and then in the agency, and meeting James in the leather bar for the first time. That was when he discovered just how many spooks inhabited these places. In fact, he was pretty sure it was easier to be gay in his line of work, because there were no relationships. One-night stands, casual flings and no commitments were preferred.
    James ended up working with him on some cases—years older and more experienced, having started in the CIA directly out of college, he led Tomcat through some of the trickier aspects of a spy’s life. At the time, James had just met Glen, a young one who’d ended up being James’s sub and companion for the next five years.
    Tomcat really liked Glen, even though Glen and James weren’t completely exclusive. He kept up with Glen after James had died—he’d promised his friend he would look after the young one, and he’d kept that promise. He’d just spoken with Glen yesterday.
    The boy was finally happy again, able to throw off the heavy cloak of grief that had surrounded him for five years while he built his career as a Navy pilot with the SEALs, and all because of Derek, another Dom.
    Tomcat figured that Jace and Glen probably knew each other and had no doubt done missions together, but figured it was safer not asking.
    Tomcat had been a good Dom, but a twenty-four/seven lifestyle wasn’t for him. He liked a submissive man, liked to provide the kind of stress relief a good Dom could, but he didn’t consider himself a Dom any longer. Hadn’t for years, had tried to explain it to Glen, who he knew needed the submission like he needed air.
    But he did like virgins—he hadn’t been lying to Jace about that. Taking that boy for the first time, well, there was nothing like it. Being the one who kept introducing him to new things, now that was something he’d yet to experience.
    Jace had been willing to experiment—eager, always wanting more sex; he’d been the perfect weekend companion. And afterward, Tomcat never felt the urge to leave the bed, found excuses why it was better to lie there next to him or take the boy with him to the shower and then stay the night, if possible.
    After another hour of driving, he pulled over in the lot behind the abandoned factory where he would meet his MC contact. But first he put his earpiece in and then pulled his phone out of his pocket and let his fingers linger on the keys for a minute too long.
    Don’t send it.
    But he did, typed in the random check-in text and sent it. Immediately, his chest tightened. How he could miss someone so much was beyond him.
    “We’re on,” his handler said in his ear as the MC guy called, “Hey, Tomcat, we gotta run,” across the lot.
    Tomcat pulled the earpiece out as he exited his truck, waved to the MC guy named Larry. He walked toward the car Larry waited next to, and in that split second, he glanced beyond the man’s