Tig said that he was going off to hunt down some Mayans, said he wanted to kick some ass.
"Get outta here," Chibs had shoved him out from under the covers, "'fore I change me mind."
Tig had kissed him all the way from his navel up to his collarbone.
"Be careful," Chibs had said.
"I don't need that." Tig grinned, captured Chibs' lips, pulling him into a rough, reassuring kiss. "Nobody can bring me down."
Chibs knew that was true, but as he waited in the deserted clubhouse, counting the minutes to midnight, he began to doubt his own judgement.
