The Missing Page (Page & Sommers #2)

by Cat Sebastian

They had spent enough nights together, enough mornings together, that it was no longer practical to count them (it was thirty-two). Surely that was enough time for any reasonable person to get used to being…cuddled, or whatever this was. Leo doubted he had ever been cuddled in his life before he met James. He certainly hadn’t known that he wanted any such thing.

Nobody in James’s cursed family seemed to be spies, high-ranking military officials, members of criminal organizations, government operatives, would-be fascists, or literal Nazis. Just a bunch of hapless amateurs. It ought to feel like a holiday.

“I know what we are to one another,” he said, and then immediately regretted it when Leo didn’t respond. “I mean,” he went on, “I know you like me best. Which makes me sound like a petulant child, and I do wish you’d say something or that perhaps a tree would fall on my head to shut me up because—”

“The trouble is that I love you,” he said. “And it’s ruined me for gainful employment.”