A Gift for A Gift

“Right, “Garrey said, “now that we are all here, we will brief you on the latest changes, and if you have any questions, ask Clifford, he will give you the details on the weapon exchange and…”

And Garrey began.

He kept talking, the other guys were talking as well. Instructions, money, bullets…something about cases with jewels, something about…

whatever.

Mike’s head was somewhere else.

At least it was still in the same room. His eyes and mind were fixed on his mate.

Killian made a step, then another.

He came to stand behind Garrey. His hair was wet at the tips which meant he’d probably taken a shower just now.

Killian’s shirt smelled like expensive detergent and whatever the maids were doing the laundry with.

He’d had coffee just before he came here. Maybe more than one coffee, in fact, judging by the way the sweet scent still clung to him…

Mike followed the darker lines of the tiny shades under Killian’s eyes and he assumed Killian hadn’t slept much either.

Then Kil