“Be safe. Tap a ley line if you have to,” Jono said when he finally pulled back. Patrick licked his lips and nodded. “Not sure that’s a good idea if the government might be looking at my soul.” Jono curled warm fingers around Patrick’s chin, holding him still for another kiss. “Do it anyway.” “Now you sound like Wade.” “I heard that,” came Wade’s muffled shout from the dining table. “Finish my breakfast,” Patrick yelled back. Then Patrick tugged at Jono’s wrist, twisting it to press a kiss against his knuckles. “I’ll come back.” The worried line Jono’s mouth was pressed into didn’t soften. “I
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