Chapter 32

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Armand understood Tino’s feelings. He had the same ones. But it washis business, so he at least had to act like it mattered. With a sigh, he checked the caller ID.

It wasn’t the restaurant. It was Kingston. Armand seriously debated not answering. He had something much more important to do than talk to the detective. To wit, taking Tino fully into his life with everything that meant, thus ending the loneliness that had been his torment—forever it seemed.

“It’s Royce,” Armand said.

“Let it go to voicemail,” Tino replied huskily, tugging Armand’s shirt free of his slacks.

Armand shivered when Tino slowly, sensually, stroked his back then began to unbutton his shirt. “If it’s important…”

“Then answer the damned thing.” Tino stepped away, frustration limning his features. “And it better be life and death, or he’s dead.”

Pulling Tino back so he could listen in, Armand did, growling, “What, Royce? I’m busy.”