When the cab pulled up to the curb, Spencer smiled. He’d figured out as soon as he hung up that it would be a waste of time watching the subway exits. Mick would always elect to take a taxi before the train.
His hair was rumpled, his moves hasty as he paid the driver, but the second his gaze lit on Spencer, Mick smiled. That alone made everything else worth it.
“Does Nelson know you’re descending on him with company?” he said.
“I never even mentioned you,” Spencer replied. “I didn’t want to abuse your privacy.”
Mick shrugged. “If I thought I could talk you out of going there completely, I would. But I don’t think you’ll be satisfied until you see this through to the end.”
On impulse, Spencer caught the back of Mick’s neck and dragged him close enough for a short, nearly sweet kiss. “N
