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informant and it had been nothing but a risk. King was stunned that Ace had managed to get away with it for as long as he had, to be honest, and that alone showed King that the other man had a keen intelligence and an amazing ability to stay cool under pressure. Jack, one of King’s Men and a former FBI profiler, had been Ace’s contact person with the Men, and he’d been nothing but impressed by Cuddy’s smarts and calm.
    It had all detonated that day, though. Ace had blown Kirk Jensen away and had helped Warren and Shay escape… and in doing so, he’d signed his own death warrant and thrown a grenade smack into the middle of his own life.
    King respected that kind of sacrifice, no matter who the hell had made it, and so when Ace had called and explained what had gone down, King and Jack had hauled ass up the Rockies to help. There had been no hesitation to do so, and there was no hesitation now that it was time to hide Ace. The man had played fair and he’d done his part – now King and his people had to do theirs. Even if King, Jack, Tex, Honey, and all the other Men would have cheerfully put a bullet between Ace Cuddy’s damn deadpool eyes, for all the shit that he’d done in his life.
    King looked at Spider now, saw the tension and anger in the man’s body, and he sighed internally. Then there was this part of the whole fucking mess, as if this disaster area needed any more problems or bullshit. He glanced over his shoulder at Ace, who was hovering around the front door like he was considering bolting. And hell, King was sure that if he wasn’t a man with a target on his back, he’d be out of there without a backwards look.
    Maybe not, though. King recalled how Ace had told him on the phone that he was thinking about this time with Spider – forced though it was – as an opportunity to talk to his ex-boyfriend. Make things right. Maybe even open the door to a second chance.
    But as he looked at Spider’s simmering rage, and Ace’s expression of sheepish defiance, King had serious doubts that these two could even breathe the same air , let alone make any moves towards reconciliation. He sighed aloud this time, trying to get up the energy to cross a romantic minefield on top of everything else that he had to worry about.
    At his sigh, every eye in the room turned to him, and King pulled himself up to his full and scarily-impressive height. He turned on his trademark glower with barely an effort, and watched in satisfaction as Ace and Spider looked appropriately terrified and alert. Tex and Honey had seen The Glower for years, of course, and so their reactions more closely resembled ‘amusement’ than ‘freaked-out’.
    “So.” King’s voice rumbled out of his broad chest. “Here we all are.”
    “Yep,” Tex piped up. “Let the good times roll.”
    King’s glare reached laser-beam intensity, and Tex actually had the good sense to look abashed.
    “Sorry, boss,” he said, and seemed to mean it for once. “Smart mouth and all that.”
    “Mmmmm-hmmmm.” King met Ace’s eyes, jerked his head at the sofa. “Sit.”
    Ace sauntered across the room; Spider sank deeper into his chair and studiously avoided so much as a glance at the other man. He kept his eyes nailed to the floor, as if he found the pattern in the wood fascinating beyond measure. But nobody was fooled: it was crystal clear that Spider was hurting, hurting badly, and more than anything else, that’s what King had to address.
    If only he were better at this whole emotional relating thing. But he kinda sucked at it, so in he plunged with his usual tact.
    “You two have some history,” King said abruptly. “You can figure it out or not, but frankly, it changes nothing from our side. Me and my team? We’re looking to keep you alive and that’s it, fucking full-stop. Your soap opera shit is nothing but a distraction, and in our business, distractions get people dead. That’s not acceptable to me.”
    Spider and Ace blinked, taken