“Originally, you sat on the left. My side, left. You were across the room. I couldn’t see you because of the filing cabinet that used to be there. Two days later, Ace moved you. He said the lighting was better or something. I don’t even remember. But he moved you to the desk across the floor. Directly in my line of sight.”
Ryden frowned. “Yeah, but there are three other desks directly in front of mine.”
“Yes,” Jay replied, his smile bright. “And they belong to executive protection agents who are barely in the office, as opposed to you, who’s there a lot more. For six years, when you sat at your desk, I couldn’t avoid seeing you.”
“Well, I’ll be damned.” Ryden gaped at Jay, then shook his head. “He can never know that we know. If he finds out, he’ll get it etched into my office door or somethin’.”
Jay laughed, his eyes sparkling with love. “All those years, and it was always you.”
Beneath the setting sun, wrapped in love and the knowledge that he was no longer just surviving but living, Ryden kissed Jay, slow and deep.
“Always will be, darlin’. Always.”