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ForGod’ssake,stopthinking about that kiss!Grant wanted to tear something apart. He needed to be out and about, asking questions and rattling cages, not wondering why he’d broken off such an amazing kiss and left them both hanging. He also needed to be right here, guarding Spencer, and waiting for news from his teammates.
Talking of … He grabbed his phone and hit the speed dial.
“Let him sleep, for fuck’s sake!” Rylan’s deep rumble came from the speaker the moment the call connected.
“Morning to you, too.”
“Hm.”
“What is it? Are you okay? When did you get back?”
“Take a fucking number and stand in line.”
Grant chuckled. “You must have come home looking rough. What happened?”
“Suicide attempt. Target drove his car into a fucking river!”
“Shit. Did you get him out?”
“Yeah. Police have him. Fritz found what the prosecution needed. Now shut up and let me ask the questions. I’ve been hearing all kinds of shit about you.”
“Have you now?” The riled parts of Grant’s mind finally settled. It sounded as if they’d kept their captain busy, and he’d come through for them as usual. And having Rylan back home meant he could breathe easier. He trusted Luca and Fritz with his life, but he and Rylan had been tight since basic training. That shit mattered.
“Cap said your doctor is under the cosh.”
“Pretty much. Break-ins, unwanted gifts, poisoned chocolates, brakes tampered with. He thinks it’s his ex, but I’m not sure. Not that I have a better idea.”
“You like him.” As always, Rylan’s pronouncements came out of the blue and hit the bullseye.
“I like him.”
“Bedded him yet?”
“He’s a fucking client!”
“But you like him.”
Grant ground his teeth. “He’s totally my jam, as I’m sure Cap has told you. If he wasn’t a client, I might have—” Oh fuck it! Just the thought of taking Spencer to bed sent heat into his belly. “Not gonna happen.”
“Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face.”
“What does that even mean?”
Rylan chuckled. “I’ve never heard you sound so squirmy. It’s … enlightening.”
“I’m not going to fuck a client, however enlightening it is.”
“He won’t be a client forever. Don’t nix the idea is what I’m saying, bro.” He ended the call before Grant could argue. And wasn’t that annoying?
Spencer felt antsy. He often did when he’d had a quiet afternoon, as if the lack of emergencies put him on edge. Grant’s Range Rover was comfortable, but the passenger seat hugged him in an unfamiliar way and the haze of desire between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. They needed to talk, but Spencer had been repairing broken human bodies all morning, and Grant had spent most of the afternoon on the phone.
Besides, Spencer didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t a fan of one-night stands, but if Grant suggested it, he’d take the chance to lose himself in all that strength, to watch Grant’s blue eyes darken to midnight, to feel those hands on his body.
Was it fair to wish for that? Didn’t Grant deserve a partner who made time for him? Who didn’t spend more time in a hospital than outside it?
“Here.”
Spencer jumped. “What?” He’d been so spun into his thoughts he hadn’t noticed Grant move. Now the man waggled an object in front of his face.
