Chapter 12

Lance unbuckled his seat belt and leaned into the back seat to prod Narcisse. “Thanks again,” he said as they collected their bags and tumbled out into the night.

Bradley watched them until they entered the building, then backed out and drove home.

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Lance didn’t call, but then Bradley didn’t know why he was expecting him to. Maybe to give him a real apology. He’d have a few minutes when Narcisse showered. Unless they were doing everythingtogether. Bradley was almost too distraught at the thought to go to work, but the alternative was calling in and sitting around his apartment all day—while his coworkers were thinking he was having ecstatic multiple-round sex with Lance—and he didn’t think he could stomach that.