“Okay.”
“Okay,” Cain repeated, biting his lip. “So, my dad has an official office downtown. It’s relatively new. He has staffers who work there full-time, doing fundraising and handling calls from his constituents and stuff. I-I mean, I guess it’s possible that he might have kept things there, but I really doubt it. It’s not nearly private enough, and he doesn’t have enough control over it.”
Damon frowned. “What’s the other option?”
“His home office,” Cain said promptly. “I mean, I would think that’s where things would be since it’s more private. Nobody’s there except when he is. Also, I’ve gotta say, it’s gonna be easier to get in there, since I have the access codes.” He rubbed a hand over his face, suddenly exhausted and unsure. “Or,Jesus, I don’t know, Damon. Maybe he’d keep the stuff at the public office, just because no one would think to look there? I’m like that guy in The Princess Bride who keeps overthinking which cup is poisoned. I’m trying to outsmart the master plotter, and I’m really not sure I’m up to this task.”
Damon’s hand slid over once again to touch Cain’s, but this time he threaded their fingers together, and held Cain’s hand on top of the center console.
“Trust your instincts, okay? Because, I trust you, Cain,” he said slowly.
Cain’s throat went tight. He hadn’t realized just how much he needed to hear those exact words from him. He looked into Damon’s bright hazel eyes.
“You sure? Remember, the guy in the movie ended up dead,” Cain deadpanned.
But Damon just squeezed his hand again and smiled. “Positive.”
“The home office,” Cain said more confidently, and Damon’s smile turned into a grin.
“Then that’s where we’re going. But first we’re going to get a hotel room. And before we dothat, we need to stop at the pharmacy to grab some supplies.”
“Supplies?” Cain repeated in surprise.Like, condoms and lube?Not that Cain had any objection,at all,but he’d really expected they’d talk more first, or…
“Bandages for your arm, Cain,” Damon said, shaking his head. Little laugh lines exploded from the sides of his eyes when he smiled and Cain would gladly be embarrassed a million more times if he got to see those crinkles again.
“Right,” Cain agreed. “Totally. I knew that.”
