Leaving Liam was hard, but this job was too tempting to turn down. After the smoke cleared, the arsenal revealed made me smile. Ordering a few of my men to box it up I walk through the dead making sure they were no heroes.
Miguel tells me everything is ready and I nod. They each take a box and I touch mine and transport back home. I've been gone little over a week and have had no communication with Liam. It's barely dawn so the house is dark except for the kitchen and the smell of coffee wafts out to me.
Smiling I announce my arrival, not that he doesn't know, "Merry Christmas Stud, I brought you back some souvenirs."
He is standing there in just his boxers and robe. His hair a bit disheveled and his usual look of amusement. My heart does something I'm not ready to admit as I breathe a sigh of relief he is still here. I've not celebrated Christmas in many many years, but a case full of top secret weaponry seems about right for Liam... and perhaps create a few more fond memories.