 At long last Wyatt’s plane landed. Val waited impatiently for Wyatt and couldn’t keep the silly grin off his face when Wyatt finally walked toward Val. Wyatt strode up to Val, took his hand and, holding it low by his hip, pulled Val close. “It’s good to see you,” Val said in a hushed voice. Wyatt urged Val forward and nodded at the exit. “Are you parked there?” “Yeah.” “Hmm, it’s going to be even better to feel you.” Wyatt gave Val’s hand another squeeze, then put his palm flat between Val’s shoulder blades for a few paces as they walked, before letting his hand drop to his side. “Is everything all right?” He asked as they approached Val’s truck. “It is now.” Wyatt chuckled. “I do like to hear that sort of greeting.” He tossed his bag into the bed of the truck and climbed in the passenger door. As he leaned forward to pull his jacket off, his foot shifted far enough that he hit the tire iron. Holding the iron up, Wyatt arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure everything is all right?” Val started the truck and guided it to the highway. Once they were on their way home, he sighed and moved his hands over the steering wheel a few times. “Last night when we were talking, remember my dogs were barking at something?” “Yes.” “Early this morning I went out and looked. The pasture gate was open, and I’m positive I closed it. I always check it before I go to bed. Sig leans against the gate, so I swapped out the latch for one that is more secure. The barn was fine, but the gas was siphoned out of my truck, and someone took the battery out and threw it a few feet away,” Val was careful to keep his voice even. Wyatt leaned back, pulled in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “So, the gate didn’t blow open in the wind?” “There wasn’t any, but even if there was, it wouldn’t have happened.” “Gas gets stolen all the time, batteries not as commonly, but they do. However, someone wouldn’t just happen upon your truck at your house. So, I’m going to say that was a message. The sort of message I don’t like,” Wyatt said. “Once we’re back and have said hello the right way, there are a few things I want to get done tonight.” Val looked to the side and smiled. “Hello the right way? I think I like the sound of that.” An hour later Val was spread naked on his couch, and Wyatt covered him as they slipped and slid together. Val groaned and hung on tightly, finding comfort in Wyatt’s tenderness and touches. “Saying hello” was an excellent way to forget the message of the night before.    
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