Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

as Corbin. This instance especially qualified. The line between them was easily blurred. Ty didn’t particularly like this element of Zane’s transformation, possibly because it didn’t actually feel like a transformation. It was like there was a part of Zane somewhere in there really meant the things he said.
    Now Zane steadily held his gaze as he pulled a shirt on. Zane’s eyes were deep brown, almost black, and not at all warm. Ty wasn’t at all intimidated, but he was annoyed just enough to want to deny Zane the fight he was angling for.
    He smiled slyly. “You’re probably right.”
    The icy scowl on Zane’s face thawed a little, as did the chill in his eyes, and one corner of his mouth curled up as he gave Ty a wink. “Of course I am.”
    Ty rolled his eyes and stood. “You ready, cupcake?” he asked drolly.
    “I’d feel better if I knew where our damn backup was,” Zane groused as he tucked in the black silk shirt. He’d left two buttons undone at the collar, and he looked slimmer, almost wiry, in the all-black ensemble, despite his six-foot-five frame and broad shoulders. “What about weapons?” he asked as he strapped a narrow stiletto inside one wrist and buttoned the cuff.
    “Well,” Ty started with a heavy sigh as he looked down at himself, “I don’t have anywhere to hide mine. But we can stash one or two more on you maybe.” He looked Zane up and down critically. It was relatively easy for a trained eye to spot a concealed weapon, and their main concern was being discovered as frauds. “I guess the real question is, would Corbin go packing, or should we hide it good enough to make it hard to get to?”
    “Porter’s a thug. A smug one who’s careful, but he’s not paranoid. Too proud for that. I think he’d carry but have it well concealed for use in a pinch,” Zane said.
    Ty couldn’t help the gleam that entered his eyes. “That means we have to be creative,” he said with a certain relish as he scanned over Zane’s body again.
    “Creative,” Zane repeated, and he looked down at himself as he watched Ty study him. “Like… what? I already wear concealed knives.”
    Ty smirked and cocked his head. “Inner thighs are good, right at the groin. Material’s always roomy, so it doesn’t show, but it’s uncomfortable as hell. Also hard to get to unless you feel like shooting off a round right next to your johnson. Lower back is probably the best place. Won’t impede movement, less noticeable, especially if you don’t take off the jacket,” he surmised as Zane pulled a black suit jacket out of the wardrobe. “We just need something to secure it. Other than stuffing it into your belt, of course.”
    “Because that’s so comfortable,” Zane said with a sigh. “But it’ll do unless you have another idea.” He walked over to the small satchel on the bedside table and pulled out Ty’s gun from where it was hidden in a large box of jewelry that consisted mostly of leather and chains. They hadn’t found Zane’s Glock hidden anywhere.
    “I do,” Ty said haughtily as he headed for the only bag he’d been allowed to pack of his own things. There was a single Ace bandage in there, brought along out of habit. He held it up to Zane with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, so it’s not a Molle system, but you make do.”
    Zane cracked a smile and started pulling his shirt back out of the waistband. “Fix me up, then.”
    Ty bit his tongue on any possible response and unraveled the bandage. They used Zane’s belt to make sure the gun stayed in place, and Ty made quick work of wrapping the bandage around Zane’s torso to secure it. It served to hide the telltale form of the gun’s pommel, but that was about it. Ty pushed Zane’s shirt down and stood back with his hands on his hips, surveying his handiwork.
    “It’ll do,” Ty told him, realizing belatedly the dubious tone to his voice.
    “As long as it doesn’t clatter to the floor, it’ll be fine,” Zane said as he tucked his shirt back in and picked up the jacket. “I feel better, anyway.”
    “Oh, what a relief,” Ty muttered sarcastically.
    Zane just smiled and walked to open the door for him. “Let’s go, doll.”
    Ty merely rolled his eyes as he walked past him. Give the man a weapon and suddenly he was all smiles again.
    Come to think of it, that was probably one of the traits that kept Ty interested.
    They walked down the corridor together, Ty glancing surreptitiously at Zane as they moved. He cleared his