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Zane let out a chuckle and nodded. “I"m sure we would join you in some variation of your toast if we had glasses.”

Bianchi narrowed his eyes, looking between Zane and Ty curiously, when Norina spoke up in a spate of Italian, and his eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he broke into a full laugh as he stood and offered his hand. “Well, then to beautiful
people
in love. I am Lorenzo Bianchi, and it is a pleasure to meet you finally. You are Mr. Porter, no?”

Zane smiled as he stood and shook hands with Bianchi. “I agree with both those sentiments. Corbin Porter, yes.”

Bianchi continued to chuckle as he pumped Zane"s hand. “Well, well, Mr. Porter, it is as Norina supposed. Perhaps we meet earlier than planned, but it was indeed a good first discussion, don"t you agree?”

“Yes, I think so, Signor Bianchi.” Zane turned partway toward Ty. “This is my husband, Del Porter.”

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“Very nice to meet you, Mr. Porter and Mr. Porter,” Bianchi said as he offered his hand to Ty as he gestured with his other arm for Norina to stand. “And this is my
gioia
Norina.”

To all three men"s shock, the Italian beauty stood and threw her arms around Ty enthusiastically, talking rapidly in elated Italian as she hugged him. Zane caught himself before responding with anything more than a laugh, but that certainly wasn"t something he"d expected to see. He was sure Ty hadn"t been expecting it, either, and glad Ty had been able to repress the Instakill.

“Ah, they spent so much time on the computer planning this and that,” Bianchi said with a wave of his hand. “That will be why you and I sit in peace at the poker tables.”

Zane rubbed at his chin as he suppressed the reaction to frown. So Norina and Del were e-mail pals. That could be good. Or not. “I"m looking forward to it.”

“Come, Norina, you and Mr. Porter can catch up tomorrow,”

Bianchi said pleasantly. “We have that concert to see.”

Norina chattered a little more as she hugged Ty one last time before giving Zane a brilliant smile. Zane really hoped what she was saying wasn"t something Del was supposed to be understanding and answering, because it was obvious Norina expected Del to understand Italian. They all said their goodbyes just as the waiter appeared with the appetizer and salads, and Zane sat down in his chair to take a deep breath and process.

Ty remained standing, watching them go with a smile firmly in place. He waved one last time as Norina Bianchi turned and waved back at them excitedly. As soon as they were out of sight, Ty turned to Zane, smile gone and face expressionless, and he sat heavily in his chair. He looked like he desperately wanted to say something, rail against McCoy and God and Donald Duck for putting them on this cruise ship in this position. But he remained silent.

Zane couldn"t think of a single thing to say, so he started on his salad as he reviewed the conversation, committing details to memory, and watched Ty poke at his bowl of vinaigrette-covered greens. Zane could almost physically feel Ty restraining himself. He knew his Fish & Chips | 93

partner"s temper well, having seen Ty lose it on various occasions. Ty"s mood was what one might call mercurial. Depending on the subject of his ire, it was oftentimes amusing to watch him go off. Other times, like on a mountaintop in West Virginia where he"d started lecturing men on the best way he could kill them, it could get a little iffy.

Tonight could probably be considered iffy, too, if Zane couldn"t figure out how to get Ty to let off some of that steam he could see slowly building.

Finally, Ty looked up from his salad and narrowed his eyes at Zane. “Do you speak Italian?” he asked calmly.

“No,” Zane said in apology.

Ty just nodded jerkily, as if he had already known that. “Crap,”

he muttered under his breath as he went back to his salad.

Zane understood Ty"s concern. Any little thing could break an undercover assignment, much less a big problem like not speaking a language. Maybe… maybe Corbin could be feeling a little possessive and decide he didn"t want Del going off on his own, even if it were with the lovely Norina, who, in theory, would be less of a threat to Corbin than her manly Italian husband. “She didn"t act like she expected a reply as she went on at you in Italian,” Zane reasoned. “She just seemed excited to meet you.”

“God, I hope she speaks English,” Ty murmured as he put down his fork and pinched the bridge of his nose. “If she realizes I"m not Del, she goes to her husband, and we"re royally fucked.”

Zane decided to throw his idea out there. “I could decide I don"t want to spend even an hour without you, and you could blame it all on your jealous husband.”

Ty sighed and looked up at Zane seriously. “That won"t really move things along. And you don"t come across as the outrageously jealous type, anyway. No, you handle your end, I"ll deal with mine.”

“Corbin struck me as a very possessive man. I"ve not pushed the idea,” Zane said as he pushed his empty salad bowl aside.

Ty cocked his head, the Italian dilemma momentarily forgotten as he looked at Zane curiously.

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Zane shrugged slightly to play it off. “I don"t know how you"ll react. I didn"t want to risk it in a public meeting only to face your wrath after,” he said with a half smile. If he had his choice, he"d be a lot closer to his “husband” a lot of the time. But he was struggling to find that line they were supposed to be walking on this assignment, and he didn"t want to confuse what was coming from his interpretation of Corbin and what was truly coming from his own desires.

Ty was silent for a moment, and then he gave a derogatory snort and said, “Face my wrath?”

Zane leaned forward on his elbows and spoke seriously. “You haven"t seen me jealous.”

Ty laughed and shook his head as if he thought Zane was joking.

That was what Zane expected. He was getting better at predicting how Ty would react, at least in relation to the personal side of their partnership. He didn"t join in the laugh, instead picking up his water glass and leaning back in his seat to wait.

Ty was still smiling when he stopped laughing, watching Zane in a mixture of amusement and wary confusion. After a moment when Zane still didn"t speak, Ty"s brow furrowed, and he cocked his head.

“Seriously?” he asked, forgetting the accent he"d managed to keep up until that point.

Zane glanced out the window at the now-dark sky, wishing he"d just let it drop. This wasn"t really public dinner conversation. “We"ll talk about it later. Let"s just say I"m sure I feel quite possessive of my very handsome husband.”

Ty looked at him speculatively, the silence hanging heavy between them. It was an awkwardness they had rarely experienced.

Zane waited for some sort of response. He couldn"t read Ty"s face, but he hoped Ty could recognize the honesty in his. Yes, under the right circumstances, Zane could see himself being very jealous. But he honestly wasn"t sure if he had that right, as much as he suddenly wanted it.

Finally Ty shook his head decisively. “You get laid too often to be jealous,” he announced flippantly as he reached for his glass.

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Zane thought about arguing but instead gave Ty a smile and let it go. It was all semantics anyway, jealousy versus possessiveness.

Dropping the topic now meant he could chew on the idea plenty himself later without Ty blowing him off with a joke.

It only hurt a little bit.

AFTER dinner and almost an hour of browsing and shopping, Zane was still preoccupied by Ty"s dismissive comment in the restaurant.
You get
laid too often to be jealous
. Zane wasn"t too sure. Even before playing Corbin Porter, he"d been fighting thinking “He"s mine” about his partner, because the implications were just too big to get his head around.

Not too many weeks ago, he"d stood next to Ty"s hospital bed and admitted to himself that he didn"t
ever
want to let Ty go. But he hadn"t yet found a way to reconcile that with the reality of their complicated lives. And now, because this crazy case completely warped their

“reality,” he could be as possessive as he thought Corbin would be, and Ty—or Del—wouldn"t complain. Not in public, anyway.

But what about when the case was over?

Before dinner, he"d assumed Ty wouldn"t want him staking any sort of claim, physical or emotional, except as part of their cover, and then only grudgingly. Zane hadn"t heard anything to change that assumption, but he hadn"t exactly asked, either. He"d put it off, shying away from a topic that felt like a trip-wired land mine settling in the center of his chest.

Zane turned in place where he stood outside a ritzy accessory store and watched Ty finger through a display of sunglasses. Ty turned to look at him, wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses just like the ones he"d left at home, the tag sticking out sideways at his temple. Zane smiled despite his mixed feelings. “Don"t you have a pair like that already?” A legitimate question, Ty or Del.

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his hands down his sides, where his pockets should have been. He grumbled about the soft linen pants and searched for something else to do with his hands as they continued to stroll. He was getting twitchy, and his mood had steadily declined since dinner.

Whether the cause was the prospect of dealing with Norina Bianchi or the conversation they"d had regarding jealousy was anyone"s guess. Zane had started casting around for something shiny, sweet, or sticky to throw in Ty"s path as an emotional diversion.

“If we want dessert later, there"s no lack of places for snacks,”

Zane said as they passed by a bakery kiosk and a soda shoppe. It was just one floor of three on the impressive, very brightly decorated promenade, sort of a high-class carpeted mini-mall and food court with anything from an Orange Julius to a Godiva Chocolatier and a cheap T-shirt shop to a Tiffany & Co. store. All complete with a twenty-foot-tall glittering Christmas tree in the center of it.

“I would kill you for some gummi bears right now,” Ty muttered.

He reached out and laced his fingers into Zane"s, apparently deciding that it was the best thing to do with his otherwise idle hands.

“You should have looked when we were in the store,” Zane said, moving them along the walkway. They"d found condoms in a remarkably discreet corner of a mini-grocery, but instead of risking exposure by purchasing them, Ty had palmed a box. When they"d stepped outside the store again, Zane had discovered the box safety tucked away inside his suit jacket. One day Zane was going to find out how Ty did that and how he always managed to nab his cigarettes without him knowing. Tonight, though, he was just grateful for his partner"s loose morals. “You want to go back and get some?”

Ty sighed unhappily and turned his head from side to side, cracking his neck. “Let"s go back to the computers and see if there"s news from home. That shot I took of Armen has to have produced something.”

“No,” Zane decided, reaching out to take Ty"s elbow and pull him closer. “We told them we"d check in every morning. We have to stay predictable. And before you suggest it, we"re not sitting in that cabin for days while we wait for some predetermined time to arrive. We need Fish & Chips | 97

to be out and about, and there"s got to be stuff here to keep us amused.”

He started pulling Ty along, though his “husband” was reluctant.

“I hate you a little bit right now,” Ty claimed, though he was conceding to the logic by not fighting with him.

“And that"s different than usual how? Stop pouting, doll,” Zane drawled as he squeezed Ty"s hand. He glanced at his partner. “Surely we can find something to make you smile.”

Ty stepped closer, squeezing Zane"s hand back as he lowered his voice, losing the fake accent. “If you keep patronizing me I"m going to kick your ass when we"re alone. And you won"t have sex for two weeks, just remember that.”

Annoyed, Zane stopped in place, turned Ty toward him, and put one hand on Ty"s face, thumb under his chin to make him look up. “I"m teasing, and you know it. There"s no reason for you to be this cranky,”

Zane said, injecting a tinge of warning into his voice, and it wasn"t Corbin"s influence.

Ty narrowed his eyes, his head tilting slightly in the way it usually did in the ring before Zane ended up on the mat. But he seemed to remain aware of the other passengers on the promenade and the fact that they could always be observed. He said nothing, just exhaling heavily in response. Playing his role, whether he liked it or not. Zane frowned. It wasn"t like Ty to be this difficult, even if he wasn"t thrilled with his part in the case.

Conscious of the people walking around them, he released Ty"s chin, and when Zane spoke, he kept his voice very low, deliberately dropping Corbin"s drawl. “Is there something really wrong I need to know about?”

“Look at me!” Ty hissed. “Do I
look
like I"m having a good time here? Stop enjoying yourself so much, you prick.”

It was difficult to decide between a huff and a laugh, but regardless, Zane rolled his eyes. “Suck it up,” he answered. “You"ve had a hell of a lot worse.” He slid his arm around Ty"s waist and got him walking again. “What you need is a drink,” he announced.