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**Spoiler Warning**

If you haven’t read Breach, you might not want to read this excerpt.

As soon as dinner was over, Ishaan ducked back into his study to check his e-mail again, leaving Roan to clear the table. Still nothing. Trying not to appear anxious or impatient, he returned to the kitchen to dry the dishes that Roan was washing. Once the kitchen was straightened up, Roan went back into the spare bedroom to work on organizing his books. He’d amassed quite a collection in the three months since the rebuild had been finished, and since Ishaan loved listening to him read, it was a guilty pleasure Ishaan could completely condone.

Back into the study Ishaan went, only this time, his previously empty inbox wasn’t empty. Hardly daring to breathe, he clicked on the message from Dr. Shine Diram of the Grand Nethmalonian Museum in Siva Delta. Ishaan wasn’t entirely sure where that was, but this was the e-mail he’d been waiting two days for. Reading it carefully, he couldn’t stop the broad grin that tugged at his lips. Roan was going to love this. Then he reached the bottom of the message and his smile faltered, but only a little.

Logging off and powering down the computer, he hurried into the bedroom and unlocked the closet, digging around until he found the matching leather suitcases someone had given them for a wedding gift. Picking up the smaller one, he schooled his features into something as close to impassive as he could get, and headed into what was becoming Roan’s library.

Ishaan’s husband was standing on a chair, barefoot, in worn jeans and a tight T-shirt, his long golden hair pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck.

“Time for Willowgrove?” Roan asked, his attention focused on the handful of books he was rearranging. Willowgrove was little more than a primetime soap opera about the diverse–and horny–inhabitants of a low-income apartment complex, but it was one of their favorites. They had never missed and episode. Until now.

Ishaan tossed the suitcase onto the spare bed with a thump that made the springs creak. Roan glanced over his shoulder. “What’s up?” Then his gaze fell upon the suitcase and all the color drained from his face. “Ishaan, what did I–”

“Why don’t you tell me?” Ishaan asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Roan’s pale eyes were wide, darting back and forth as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “I- I- I don’t know! I didn’t do anything!”

Ishaan couldn’t keep a straight face any longer. “I know,” he said with a laugh. “I just thought it’d be fun to relive the good old days. You know, when I used to threaten to kick you out of the house every other day?”

“I remember,” Roan said, glancing at the book in his hand, and then at Ishaan, as if contemplating whether the damage done to the book would be worth the damage done to Ishaan. Finally, he shoved it onto the shelf. “So, Mr. Comedian, you dragged that suitcase out of the closet just to scare the crap out of me?”

“No. I want you to pack some things,” Ishaan said. “Enough for six or seven days, mild climate, possibly rainy.”

“Where am I going?” Roan asked with a frown.

We are going on a trip,” Ishaan said. “I know you said you didn’t want a honeymoon–”

Roan groaned and turned back to his books.

“But this is something you can’t miss, and you’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t go.”

“What is it?”

“A surprise. Now pack you things. We’re leaving in half an hour.”

“Half an hour!” Roan exclaimed, hopping down from the chair. “But what about Willowgrove?”

“I’ll set the DVR,” Ishaan said, rolling his eyes as he turned and headed for his study, where he kept all of his clothes and toiletries. Roan wasn’t the only one who needed to pack.

Breach

Posted October 12, 2013 by katicalocke

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