Prague. His fingers stuttered on the page. Between the last picture and Prague, his foolish kiss had happened beside the pool table in the game room. There was a picture of him at Jack’s side, climbing out of the presidential SUV right before he met with Puchkov for that fateful early morning meeting. Jack had leaned into his side, and Ethan had wanted to grab him and hold on forever. Jack’s face was tight and Ethan looked ready to brawl, but they were angled toward each other, almost desperately, as if they wanted to turn toward the other and melt into his arms. He had felt exactly like that,
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