Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

questioning look.
    “This floor is surprisingly clean,” Ty told him pointedly as he gestured to the lush carpet at Zane’s feet.
    “Should I interpret that as ‘bring me a sandwich and a beer’, or as ‘get down here and kiss me’?” Zane asked as he crossed his arms and looked down at his partner.
    Ty just smiled wistfully, a part of him wishing he didn’t have to beg Zane to get down there and kiss him. He held out a hand. “Help me up,” he muttered instead. Zane took his hand and pulled him up obligingly. Ty patted him on the arm and moved past him, toward the cart and the array of food and drinks. He’d only just picked up a bottle of beer when they heard another knock on the door.
    “Oh, this is just getting ridiculous,” Zane muttered.
    Ty shook his head and popped the top on the beer anyway. “I got it,” he said as he waved Zane off and shuffled barefoot to the door. He opened the door wide, assuming that whoever had tried to kill Del was sneakier than a gun to the face in the doorway of his suite.
    He was right, but what greeted him was almost as alarming. Norina Bianchi flung herself into Ty’s arms as soon as he’d opened the door, accompanied by a rush of foreign babble and her smiling husband. After a tight hug, she leaned back, patted both his cheeks, and then hugged him again. She sounded worried, and Ty gathered the pair had learned of his mishap on the rock wall.
    “Yes, I’m fine. Come in,” he invited, flustered as he tried to gently extricate himself from the woman’s arms without spilling beer on her.
    He heard Zane’s voice from behind them. “Signor Bianchi, please come in. I’m going to guess your lovely wife heard about Del’s grand adventure this morning.”
    “Ah, yes,” Bianchi said as he shooed Norina out of the doorway so they could all get inside and shut the door. “Here she comes, flying into the cabin to go on about a big excitement in the sporting center.”
    Norina was still talking rapidly to Ty, her beautiful face undergoing a dramatic series of frowns and worried expressions. Ty was pretty good with languages and could upon occasion pick up what someone was saying from knowledge of similar languages or even the meanings of root words he recognized. But trying to decipher any of what she said when she spoke it at Mach 7 was impossible.
    He smiled in amusement, suddenly finding the situation incredibly funny. He reached out and took one of her delicate hands in both of his and patted it. “Slowly please,” he requested with a glance at Zane and a wink. “Corbin doesn’t speak the language nearly so well as he pretends.”
    “Oh!” Norina exclaimed as she looked at Zane with wide, dark eyes. “I must apologize! In my excitement I forget myself.”
    Ty practically sighed in relief. She spoke English. Now he just needed to convince her to continue to do so even when his fake husband wasn’t around.
    “No apology needed, Signora,” Zane said pleasantly. “Won’t you come in and sit down? We just ordered refreshments for the afternoon.”
    “I told my Norina you would be… comforting each other,” Bianchi said knowingly. “After such a harrowing experience. But no, she needed to see your Del for herself.”
    “They said you had fallen,” she told Ty as she put both hands on his chest and gazed up at him. Ty didn’t know if it was because she was Italian, because she knew he was gay and therefore “safe” to grope, or if she was just the touchy-feely type, but he really wished she’d stop touching him quite so freely.
    “It was a minor accident, not nearly as bad as the rumors, I’m sure,” Ty assured her as he plucked her hands off his chest and steered her toward the sitting area and the other two men.
    “As you see,” Zane said as he filled glasses from the bar with ice, “Del is up and about, doing just fine.”
    “Yes,” Bianchi commented, looking over the cart from room service. “And you ordered a drink from room service to settle your own heart, no?” he said, indicating the shot of whiskey.
    Ty raised one eyebrow at Zane. He’d forgotten about the glass. He wasn’t fond of whiskey, but he didn’t think Zane knew that. However, Ty didn’t know if Zane had ordered the shot for Ty or for himself.
    Zane waved a nonchalant hand at it as he poured tea. “Would you like some tea? Or there’s beer, and I believe we have a selection of sodas in the bar fridge and a couple bottles of wine besides.”
    “We had wine