“I may not understand everything, and this feels like an episode of the X Files or a Nightstalker episode, but I love you, and I want to help.” Ryker could hardly believe he was making such an admission to man he’d known for just a couple of days, but there was neither shock nor rejection in Alejandro’s expression.
“Just accepting me is more than I could ask for right now. I would have told you in time. But I wanted to resolve this issue of the feral Chupacabra. Let’s hurry. I want you home.”
Just short of breaking into an outright run, Ryker kept pace with Alejandro as they returned to the hotel complex.
“Come to the treehouse.” Ryker tugged at Alejandro’s hand. “Mitch sleeps like a log. He won’t be disturbed.”
Once inside the treehouse, Ryker poured them each a scotch, then sat cross-legged on his bed. Alejandro went to go to a chair, but Ryker patted the bed.
“No, here. I want to look at you. Now, tell me everything.”