Chapter 17

On the drive back to Kev’s place, neither of them talked much, although they did keep glancing at each other. After Neil parked in front of the building, he leaned over the console to kiss Kev because, he said, “I don’t want you to forget about me between now and tomorrow.”

“Fat chance of that,” Kev told him after kissing him back. “What time?”

“Huh? Oh. Nine?”

“That works. Want me to pick you up for a change? I think it’s my turn.”

“Sure.”

They kissed again before Kev got out of the car. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Not if I see you first.” Neil grinned.

Kev rolled his eyes. “That is such an old joke. Get out of here.”

“Yes, sir.” Neil saluted before driving away.

Kev knew he was smiling like a fool as he walked up the path to the front door—and he didn’t care.

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