Zane stepped closer and kissed him. His lips moved against Ty’s when he murmured, “I’m saying no for now.”
Ty cupped his cheek, his fingers playing with the tips of Zane’s curls. “I’m going to keep asking until you say yes.”
“I look forward to it.” Zane grinned, drawling when he added, “Try to be creative next time, huh?”
Ty kissed him one last time, then shoved at his chest and patted his cheek hard. “Asshole,” he grunted before turning away.
Zane reached past Ty on both sides to grasp the doorframe, trapping him in place. “Don’t be mad,” he growled.
Ty smirked, jutting his chin out for a kiss. Just before their lips brushed, there was a loud rap on the door.
Zane pulled back, and Ty huffed in irritation. “And so it begins.”
Zane chuckled and let Ty loose, going to his suitcase to unpack and to find clothes for dinner. When Ty opened the door, Mara Grady threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
He laughed in surprise and returned the hug. “Hey, Ma.”
“Don’t you ‘Hey, Ma,’ me! Why the hell didn’t you come see me as soon as you got here? Gone a year—”
“Less than six months.”
“—and can’t come see his mother,” she scolded, holding him by his broad shoulders and shaking him. Then she hugged him again, pressing her cheek against his chest and patting his back.
“Missed you too, Ma.”
Zane chuckled and moved closer.
Mara released Ty and practically shoved him aside as she stalked into the room. “Don’t you think you can hide from me,” she told Zane. “Get over here and give me a hug.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Zane said, and the smile on his face was honest when he hugged her.
“You boys both look so handsome!” Mara said, even though Zane was still wearing his robe and Ty was in a ratty pair of sweatpants.
Ty laughed, rubbing a hand over his chin as he closed the door. “Where’s Dad?”
“Still trying to convince your grandfather that we did not just hit the shore of Guadalcanal and he should not hit anyone on the head with that shovel.” Mara released Zane and put her hands on her hips.
Ty was biting his lip hard as he tried not to smile. “Did you come for reinforcements?”
“Well, no,” Mara said thoughtfully. “Might not be a bad idea.”
“Did he really bring the shovel? On the plane?” Zane asked, not suppressing his laughter very well.
Mara shrugged. “He wouldn’t come otherwise.”
“He should make an impression on the in-laws anyway,” Ty said under his breath. “Do you know where your room is, Ma?”
“We’re in the other wing. Old farts and married folks are over there. Young troublemakers are shacked up on this side.”
Zane laughed before he could stop himself.
“Speaking of troublemakers, where’s Nicholas? I’ve got a hug for him, too.”
“He and Doc are in the next room,” Ty answered.
“Doc? Which one was that?”
“The one who lost his parents when he was young. I brought him home for Thanksgiving one time. You told him you wanted to wrap him up and bake him in a pie and he never came back.”
“Oh, that one! Oh, he’s a cutie. Little skittish. Well, make sure Nick comes to say hello to me and your daddy, got it? Earl was asking after him.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Okay. I just wanted to come get a hug before you got into trouble,” she told them as she headed for the door.
“Why does everyone assume I’m going to get into trouble?” Ty asked, his brow creasing with frown lines.
“Because we know you, baby,” Mara told him. She walked by him, patting his cheek. “See you boys at dinner.”
After shutting the door, Ty shot Zane an evil grin that damn near caused them to be late. Thankfully, it was a casual affair, or they never would have gotten ready in time. As it was, Ty was still tucking his shirt in and fixing his tie as they made their way to the back patio of the massive house.
Someone whistled from behind them as they were hustling down the stairs. Zane glanced over his shoulder to find Nick and Kelly, both looking well rested and more relaxed than they had been. It was also the first time Zane had ever seen either man in a suit.
“You dirty whores,” Nick drawled quietly.
“Shut up,” Ty mumbled, still fussing with his tie.
Zane just smiled and gave Nick a cheeky wink. They headed for the party with a handful of other guests. Zane didn’t know the numbers, but he estimated there were roughly thirty people on the island, with another hundred due to show up the day of the ceremony. Not a large wedding for such a prominent family. It was just family and friends, perhaps, but no business associates. Zane knew how these affairs went, and he found that particularly odd.