you do!”
Troy snorted but the FBI— FBI! —agent nodded as he tucked his wallet into his shirt pocket. “That’s been my experience as well. Now, about that ambulance…”
Xavier nodded at Troy. “Cops, too?” Troy asked, frowning at him. Xavier assumed it
was because Troy didn’t approve of calling the police, and truly, Xavier didn’t want to, but Randy had been crossing lines he shouldn’t for a while now, and something had to give.
“Yes, Troy, the cops too,” Xavier answered, giving the bartender a hard look. Troy
didn’t appear intimidated although he did finally nod.
Leaving Troy to handle the calls, Xavier crossed over to the two men on the ground and knelt beside Billy. Ignoring Liam, he felt for Billy’s pulse. He knew his friend was alive, but he wasn’t sure how badly Billy was injured. “Randy had a knife,” Xavier bit out, then promptly found himself shoved onto his ass.
Xavier opened his mouth to ask what the fuck, but stopped as he watched the careful
way Liam ran his hands over Billy’s prone form. The man was handling Billy like he was something precious, which was odd because Xavier knew the two men couldn’t possibly
know each other. Xavier knew everything about Billy’s life, even up to who he took into the bathroom for a blowjob on occasion, and he’d never heard a word about Liam Stone.
And Stone couldn’t have been in town for long. There was only one reason for the FBI to be here, and that had to be the whole mess Adam had told him about, the Rollins crap that had flushed its way down to Texas from Montana. Rollins Sr was dead, but there was still a man missing who might be in danger. That was something he didn’t want Billy involved in if he could help it, but Billy was a grown man.
Still, Xavier narrowed his eyes at the FBI agent—not that Liam noticed, he was too busy fondling Billy. Xavier thought the guy was enjoying it too much for the touching to be considered anything else, but he was protective of Billy, so he realised he likely wasn’t being fair, but oh well.
“I don’t feel or see any knife wounds,” Stone murmured, more to himself than to
Xavier. Xavier wasn’t thrilled with being ignored, not when he had so many questions.
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“Why are you in town?” he asked, not sure he cared for the way the man was devoting
all his attention to Billy. Sure, Xavier wanted Billy settled and happy, but this Liam was going to be leaving, going back to wherever he lived. Xavier most definitely didn’t want to see Billy broken hearted.
Liam didn’t waste a look on him. “That’s not really your business, is it?”
“Billy is my business,” Xavier bit out, using a voice that brooked no arguments. That got Liam’s full attention and Xavier continued, almost bristling under the man’s angry glare.
“And you’re someone who is passing through. Billy probably doesn’t even know your name, does he? Did he manage to slip away and blow you in the bathroom or something like that?
Why are you out here treating him like…like he means something to you?” He faltered a little on that last bit, because Billy meant a lot to him, and the idea of the perky little blond being played and discarded by the FBI agent hurt, especially since those big hands had yet to cease touching Billy.
Liam’s expression shifted into something dangerous. Xavier wondered if he practised
that ball-chilling look in front of a mirror. Or maybe they make all the agents learn that in FBI school.
“First off, whatever has happened or will happen between me and Billy is not your
business—” Liam began hotly.
Xavier slashed his hand through the air and was surprised when Liam promptly shut
his mouth. “You’re wrong. Billy is my responsibility, and certainly if he’s having sex on the clock, that’s my responsibility.” Not that Xavier was a stickler there, but if it got Liam to talk…
Liam dropped his
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