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    Roger pushed open the door and strode in, carrying his folder. He'd changed into a gray T-shirt and shorts that looked soft and comfortable. "So, are all decisions this difficult?"
    Grant laughed and shook his head. "No, some are worse." He pulled back the cover and settled on the right side of his bed. "Come sit. We'll talk for a bit."
    Roger dropped into the chair next to the bed, his elbows on his knees as he stared at the papers in the folder. "It bugs me that the guy who wants him dead, the government official, was having meetings with him and had been for months."
    "Yeah. Some of the information we obtained seems false but there isn't any way to confirm."
    They hashed out a few bits of information before the yawns took over and Grant slid down onto the bed, no longer sitting but lying on his back. Roger didn't look any better and Grant patted his bed. "If you want to keep talking, lie down."
    Grant reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. Roger didn't move for a moment then the bed dipped and Grant felt the big body settling next to him. He turned to his side, facing Roger. "I wish something concrete would come up. If I knew for certain that this guy was really behind a terrorist act, then I'd not hesitate, but the acts of terrorism could be Ronan Byrnes on his own, or it's really McKay who is behind it all."
    "Yeah, I don't like what we have. Some of the information seems too manufactured."
    Grant closed his eyes then heard Roger blow out a breath, the bed shifting underneath him. For a moment he thought Roger was leaving, then he realized Roger had rolled to him. He liked how comfortable Roger seemed.
    At some point they must have both drifted off because a knock woke him. The pounding continued and he figured the interruption wasn't going to go away. "Yeah," he called out.
    "Get up, something has happened. Our meeting is starting earlier than we thought." Duff's gruff voice filtered through the door.
    Grant's arm bumped into a warm body and he smiled. Craig. It hadn't been a dream. Without opening his eyes, he ran his hand down the strong arm before reaching behind himself, flipping on the lamp. He kept his eyes shut and settled back where he'd been, staying close to the warm body sharing his bed. "Yeah, yeah."
    A hand settled on his thigh and squeezed. He scooted closer, rubbing against the man, wishing they had time for a little fun before he had to get up. He caressed a strong pec, moaning as thoughts of making love filled his mind. Another knock sounded at his door, this one louder and more frantic.
    "Roger' s missing. He's not in his room," Duff called out.
    Memories flooded, leaving him struck with horror. His eyes flashed open and he spied the strong stubble-coated jaw and the muscular pecs encased in the soft gray shirt where his hand rested. Roger opened his eyes, blinking twice before focusing. They stared at each other for a second, Grant's mind going blank.
    "Where do you think he is?" Duff asked.
    "I'm right here, not missing at all," Roger called out, not once taking his eyes off Grant.
    "Oh," Duff said then there was nothing.
    Grant didn't move, his morning wood pressed against Roger's hand. They were in dangerous territory and he didn't want to leave. Thoughts of kissing Roger filled his mind and his dick jerked. Roger's gaze flicked to his lips and he knew they were both thinking the same thing, wanting the same thing. Still, they didn't move. The pressure in his balls built and his dick jerked again. If he didn't move, he would come.
    He rolled away and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Roger. He still loved Craig and messing around with Roger wouldn't be fair to any of them. Th e bed creaked as Roger rolled then stood. It sounded like he was stretching. He said nothing as he moved to the door. Grant glanced at him, wishing things were different, but the world rarely met up with what he needed.
    Roger was at the door his hand on the knob. "Thanks for talking last night. I'll see you