Chapter 22

::That thought has a definite appeal, but no. I don’t have the energy:: Brax replied—not the truth, but he wasn’t about to do something they might both regret later.

“Wuss,” Kyle grumbled, doing as Brax had asked.

Brax shifted then, instantly clothing himself. “Hey. It’s late and we’ve definitely had our exercise for the night,” he said. “We need to get some sleep before we face our next problem.”

“Russo,” Kyle replied, his expression suddenly grim. “You’re right. So let’s get back to the car, and you can drop me at my hotel on your way home.”

They teleported to where they’d parked the car, then returned the city. As they drove, Brax was aware of the brief glances Kyle gave him—choosing to keep his gaze on the road and ignore themJumping his bones, as he put it, could be fun, but it’s not happening. Not tonight. Probably not ever.

When they arrived at the hotel, Kyle got out, saying, “What time in the morning?”