“Mm,” he hummed with a nod. “Everything’s fine.” Just a little sore. Turning hadn’t done his pain level any favors. But, he just wanted to hold Pete properly. To have a little peace before the day began.

He drank in the sight of him, how bright and alert his eyes are and how quickly he was able to relax once he realized there was no danger. It made Vegas smile.

“I tried so hard to get Porsche for my bodyguard. Now I have you. Even better.”