Fish & Chips Read Free

the tape on his own hands. He spared an evil glance for Ty. “Teaching me to advance in a fight is a bad idea.”
    “Teaching you to fight at all is an exercise in futility,” Ty responded in a matter-of-fact tone. “Luckily for you, I enjoy things like banging my head against a wall.”
    “I enjoy banging your head against a wall too,” Zane replied as he tossed the balled-up tape at a nearby trash can. He let a small smile quirk his lips as he sat on the bench to unlace his shoes.
    “Shut up,” Ty grunted at him. But even though his back was still turned to him, Zane could hear the smile in his voice. “And cut it out with the damn cat jokes, huh? They"re starting to catch on.”
    “Fine, fine. No reason to get catty about it,” Zane told his partner with a barely concealed grin.
    “A for effort,” Ty conceded charitably.

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    Zane kicked his shoes into his locker before pulling his T-shirt over his head and inspecting his abs and ribs. “You had to go for the ribs, didn"t you?” he said, his voice pained. He"d had his ribs cracked so many times he figured they might as well be superglued at this point.
    “Bastard,” he tacked on before shucking his socks and standing with his towel in hand.
    “You leave them open,” Ty informed him. “Because you cover your head and cry like a little girl.”
    Zane huffed. This was one of the problems with being Ty"s partner. While they were trying to learn to live with each other without significant personal injury, that didn"t necessarily carry over to their sparring sessions. “I didn"t cover once today,” he asserted. “Backed off, hell yes. Covered, no.”
    Ty glanced over his bare shoulder and smirked. “Granted,” he allowed. “Think I should shower before McCoy hands us our asses, or should I go in smelling like victory?” he posed grandly as he opened up his locker and tossed his sweaty T-shirt into his gym bag.
    Zane bit the inside of his lip against the first answer that came to mind as he deliberately looked his lover up and down, and he spent a few seconds revising what he could say without risking another smack upside the head. “I don"t believe McCoy would appreciate your…
    expression of „victory".” McCoy wouldn"t appreciate Ty"s finely tuned musculature or his ass either, but Zane was more than happy to pick up the slack in that area.
    “Quit ogling me, sidekick,” Ty warned without having to turn around. He grabbed for his shower caddy and a towel, and with one last smirk and wink at Zane, he headed for the showers.
    Zane spared a moment to wish the locker room weren"t so busy this afternoon. He"d reached a point where Ty"s attitude and cockiness were more turn-ons than annoyances. They were harbingers of Ty"s playful good mood, which more often than not led to copious amounts of rough, passionate sex.
    Zane decided he"d wait to shower until Ty was done. He could only deal with so much bodily temptation in one day.

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    THEY sat at McCoy"s conference table, behaving themselves and attempting to appear abashed.
    Ty figured Dan McCoy knew him better than that, though. He was probably still getting a read on Zane, though, just like everyone else in the Baltimore office. They"d only been actively assigned to Baltimore for a few weeks now. Ty was at home. Zane was still an unknown to most everyone, despite the stories that had filtered through about their past escapades.
    McCoy knew enough to know they were up to no good, anyway.
    “I hope you got it out of your systems,” McCoy finally said to them in annoyance.
    “We were just putting on a demonstration,” Ty explained easily.
    “Zane calls it „How to Get Your Ass Kicked". It goes over real well with the rookies,” he drawled, overly pleased with himself.
    Zane just sat there looking cool and comfortable in his well-fitted suit. He had a small smile on his face as he shook his head slightly at his partner.
    “Shut up, Grady,” McCoy