do.”
“I’ll think about it, but I don’t foresee any problems.”
He understood Marshal’s desire to be in the field. It must have been hard for him to accept that he would never be able to go on a mission again. They needed men who could perform at their best out in the field. Having one of the guys incapacitated was hell. If an injury happened when they were on a mission, they would deal with it, but going out already hobbled wasn’t smart. Plus, Grant knew that having Marshal in the field would keep him here and out of trouble, because where Craig was concerned, Grant easily got into trouble.
Grant sent the email turning down the job in Saudi Arabia then started cleaning up, shredding the paper trail and deleting files before storing their computers. Marshal must have texted Zander at one point because he came in about the time they'd finished with the shredding.
“Hey, Grant, Marsh, I beat my time on the O Course today.”
Grant laughed a little and shook his head at their antics. “That’s great, Zander. Who else ran it?”
“Davis, he and Ryan had a race. That’s what started it today.” Zander took a swig from his water bottle before he dropped into the chair, rubbing his thighs with one hand.
“I don’t know what we would have done this year if we hadn’t built that thing,” Grant said.
“It’s provided hours of entertainment.” Marshal rolled his shoulder and smiled. “I’m slow on it but I’ve gotten stronger since I started running it.”
It was good to see Marshal proud of his work again. The O, as they were now calling it, had improved all of their strength. Working on the Craig problem would put them back behind the computers, but if they went into the field, they would be stronger because of the O.
Grant left the control room, searching for Roger. He found him outside, digging in the dirt around the porch. “What are you doing?”
Roger looked up, sweat beading on his brow. “I’m planting bulbs.”
Grant raised his eyebrows and leaned against the porch railing. “Really?”
“Yeah. I figure I’ll be here next year and I want them here in the spring.”
Grant shook his head. “I had no idea you liked flowers so much.”
Roger slapped his hands together as he shook off some of the dirt before moving to stand in front of Grant. “My mother used to plant them when I was a boy.”
Grant nodded and reached out, his hand trailing down the center of Roger’s chest. “You miss them?”
“Yeah.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips over Roger’s before he stepped away. “I didn’t come out here to start something. I was wondering if we wanted to do a movie night tonight.”
Roger shrugged then nodded. “Sure.”
“I’ll tell everyone.” He turned to leave.
“Hey, Grant?” Roger’s low voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Yeah?”
“You may not have wanted to start something, but you did. I want you naked and in bed when I finish this shower. Be ready for some fun.”
Grant sucked in a breath and nodded. His dick grew hard as Roger’s gaze travel down his body. He turned toward the barn before realizing he wasn’t going out there but back inside. Roger laughed at him when he passed by and mounted the stairs, taking them two at a time.
“I’ll only be about five more minutes,” Roger called out.
He glanced back as excitement zinged through him. Life had been stressful the last few months after Duff had confessed the truth. No one else knew and he wasn’t going to tell Roger, but his man knew something was up.
After he told the guys that he planned on doing a movie night, he headed to the room he shared with Roger, pleased to hear the shower already running. He shed his clothes quickly and shoved the covers low before hopping into bed. When Roger came out of the bathroom, he was on the bed, his cock hard, his ass lubed. Roger gave him a crooked smile and climbed up the mattress, licking Grant’s chest before going up on his hands and knees,