Chapter 19

He turned to look at Joe, whose concentration had returned to the movie. The last thing he needs or would want is my making a move on him. Not with what he’s been through. Not that I’d do it anyway. He’s a nice guy but not my type. When he thought about it, Derek wasn’t certain what his type was. His sex life a slim to none, by choice. All his energy went into keeping the agency afloat. At the end of the day all he wanted to do was go home and relax. Even that didn’t happen sometimes, when he had to do a stakeout for a client. He could have done things on the weekends—going to a club or bar to meet someone—but between a shortage of disposable income and his abhorrence of liquor and the people who indulged, that didn’t happen.

“You’re supposed to be watching the movie,” Joe whispered, although thankfully he didn’t do it directly into Derek’s ear this time.

“I am,” Derek murmured, looking at the screen again.