Chapter 22

Was he engaging in wishful thinking? He wanted to believe Kord was gay, so he believed it and took every innocent gesture, every dubious word or phrase as being fraught with meanings they didn’t have. No. Kord was as straight as they come and Doyle would have to endure the torture of having a partner who was devastatingly gorgeous, a bit of a tease, and totally unavailable.

He lingered in the shower, letting the warm water lull him. As he was about to shut off the water, he thought he heard his cellphone ring. Quickly toweling himself off, he padded, nude, into the bedroom and found his cellphone on a chair under his clothes. There was no sign that anyone had called. Who’d have called at this hour anyway? Doyle knew that he hoped it had been Kord, hoped that the blond wanted his help or needed some advice. Anything.