They were seated in a booth in the back of the dining room. Once settled and orders placed, Tyler smiled at Ward, extended his leg under the table, and rubbed it against Ward’s.
“God, I’m glad you’re home,” Tyler said in a low voice.
“Me, too,” Ward responded, returning the pressure with his own leg.
Tyler took a deep breath. It felt good to be here with Ward.
“The Pub’s a good place for us to come for lunch. We don’t allow the men to drink on the job, so most go to Millie’s, the new café down the street. It’s only been open a couple years. She took over and changed the name when the Dohertys retired. She doesn’t serve alcohol. We’ll be more free to talk here, although I still won’t be able to do what I’d really like.”
Tyler smiled as Ward waggled his eyebrows and increased the pressu
