Chapter 55: Chapter 55

“Yes, I know. Come with me. The lounge is right this way.” As well as a very comfortable couch—he’d spent nights on it those times when the shit hit the fan and he waited to learn if his agents would be returning to the WBIS or if they’d be buried in some nameless grave on another continent—and a kitchenette and a bathroom. There was also a computer station there. He could catch up on some work while they waited for Mark to return.

Was Mark going to take the boy home with him? How was his husband going to deal with Mark being a father? How was Mark going to deal with it? Most men had at least nine months to get used to the idea. He had no doubt no matter how his agent might fight against the idea, he’d do whatever it took to keep the boy safe.

For that matter, how was Portia going to deal with being a grandmother? Lord, the woman was too young for that!