Chapter 9

“I knew Noah was a good man,” Owen said when they were back on a straighter bit of road again, close to their destination. “Clearly, I barely knew the half of it.”

“He’s a good man from a good family, and I couldn’t pretend I didn’t hear those bastards disrespecting him. Oh, it’s just here. By the green gate.”

The Mercedes drew up at the pavement beside Max and Noah’s house. Max finished the water, undid his seatbelt, and turned to Owen. He was calm, not flustered the way he had been in the bar or every other time he spoke to Owen. Owen looked back at him, that laser vision of his in full operation, looking intently into Max’s eyes.

“Come inside,” Max said.

“For coffee?” A little teasing. A little smile playing around his eminently kissable lips.

“No. I want to go to bed with you. And I should have said that plainly from the start.”

Owen grinned and turned off the engine. 4