Chapter 9

“Thanks for this,” he said for the hundredth time.

Max grunted and frowned. “How touchy-feely do you expect me to be?”

“Well, just a bit, you know…”

Max shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and Luke had to smile. They walked pretty much in silence but as usual it was a comfortable silence. Warm, companionable, and just right. When they got to the door Max pulled him to one side. “You’ll be fine. Don’t take any shit, and don’t shag anyone but me.”

“Are you laying claim?” Luke asked, brushing a daring kiss over those unsmiling lips.

“Yep. For tonight.”

“Well, let’s crack on.”

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