Chapter 62

“I see you have your pillow. Sore again? I wanted to hold off the third time.” Armand buttered his toast.

“Well I didn’t and it’s my ass.” Sean cut his steak.

“No, you’re wrong there. Every beautiful inch of those cheeks are mine.”

Sean got up and moved across the table. He sat on Armand’s lap putting his arms around his husband’s neck. “I need good morning kisses.”

“And I’m happy to oblige.” Sean wiggled off Armand’s lap and went back to his own steak.

“I need to go to see artists at the pueblos to study their technique or I’ll never finish my masters,” Sean said to Armand. “No one has come near us since we came to New Mexico. I suspect Dimitri Petrovich is long gone.”

“I knew something like this was coming. Those were suspicious kisses. No, Sean. I want confirmation of that before we loosen our security.” Armand cut into his own steak.

“We could wait forever for him to turn up. What if he’s dead? Do we wait for five years, ten?”