When he stepped out of the bathroom, Brace was standing with his back to him, struggling with his own jacket. Jag wanted to help with the dozens of gold buttons, but he didn’t make a move forward. He watched Brace’s broad shoulders shrug beneath the jacket, and noticed the way his hair curled over his collar. He seemed to take up so much of the room, and Jag knew that if he had met Brace under other circumstances, like at the Temple, he would have been intimidated. Or even frightened.
And now, he was calmly watching the other man dress.
This was his life now.
Jag braced himself against the wall, his head swirling as that knowledge sank into his flesh. Brace was his life now, and once he stepped out of the room without the pearl ring in his hand, it would be official. They had to exchang
