Chapter 60

For the second time in two weeks he found himself in front of the captain’s door. He knocked lightly and walked in. Again, he found the captain staring out the window. Kord was also there sitting in the same chair as when Doyle had first seen him. Doyle’s reaction was even stronger than that first time. Thrills of excitement shot up his spine. A lot had happened in that two weeks, both on the streets and in bed. Doyle savored every memory, could still taste the blond hunk, could still feel his naked, muscular body.

Kord looked up and caught Doyle’s eye. Neither of them said a thing, they didn’t have to. Their eyes said it all.

“You’re on time for a change, McCann,” the captain said turning away from the window. His voice was light, as if a burden had been lifted from him. “Have a seat.”

Doyle sat in the chair next to Kord. The wooden seat felt solid, comforting in a way. He slid his hand over the armrest, savoring the polished wood.