Resting on his mate's lap, Nico pressed his finger against the barely visible bite mark beside the leaping black cat on Diarmad’s chest. "Will we make it this time?" he asked.
Diarmad tightened his arms around his lover, feeling complete for the first time after so many years. "Yes, we will."
Then he gave Nico’s bottom a little push. "Come on, up with you. We are supposed to meet the others in the kitchen for a briefing—slash—lunch at one." Looking at his watch, he frowned. "Which means