“I gotta get out of here,” he muttered. Sliding off his stool, he headed for the door, not seeing anything but the image of Tyrone’s face burned on his memory. He had the distinct feeling he was going to see it, even after he’d fallen asleep.
Janie might have called after him, but AJ didn’t hear it. For once, he was glad he didn’t live that far away from Heat Wave. The drive home would be mercifully short, he could crash, and maybe in the morning, when he wasn’t exhausted, this wouldn’t seem as much of a mess as it did
Though he sincerely doubted it.
He fumbled with the keys at the secured front door. Would all this have happened if he’d let Tyrone in that night? What if he’d insisted Tyrone go home? If he’d been presented with the Vegas job by the light of day, would he still have caved?
Probably. Because Tyrone had asked. It was a good opportunity for them, regardless of whether or not Ty was going to try to get him into bed.