Julian hadn’t moved. He tugged on Nick’s damp shirt, and
Nick turned as well.
“You jumping ship?” Kelly asked Julian.
Julian smiled softly. “I have to find Cameron.”
“Good luck to you,” Nick told him. “You have my number
if you need it.”
“And you will have mine.”
Nick turned and left the office without another word.
Kelly gave Julian a small wave before following his lover out.
“We going after the treasure?” Kelly asked as Nick stalked
toward his Range Rover.
“No,” Nick said through gritted teeth. “We are going after
my fugitive.”
He opened up the back of the SUV and rummaged
around for a duffel bag he kept there. Kelly leaned against the car as Nick pulled out a fresh pair of clothing and began to
change, right there in the middle of the parking lot.
Kelly pursed his lips, leering when Nick took his shirt off.
“You’re staring like a pervert,” Nick said without looking
over at him.
“So is everyone else in the parking lot,” Kelly shot back.
“You should put on dry boxers too. You know. For your
health.”
Nick glanced around the lot, then glared at Kelly.
“Come on, Irish. You did everything right, here. You were
careful and he still burned you. No way to see it coming.”
“Maybe. Don’t have to bend over and enjoy getting
played, though.”
Once Nick had gotten dry clothes on, they climbed into
the Range Rover, but Nick didn’t start the car.
“You okay?” Kelly asked him.