“You’re not useless. You couldn’t have known he was at the door. Let’s go, I still want to take you to dinner.” Rafe kissed him hard. “We have to get a move on. I have the car outside parked on the wrong side of the street. If the cops weren’t so busy with that bastard Nicky, I probably would have gotten a ticket.” Rafe picked up Justin’s duffle.
“Let me do that. You hurt your hand. I have no idea why you’re still here after that last stupid move of mine. I should have gone and looked to see who was ringing the buzzer through the vestibule window.” Justin frowned. “Of course I’d think of that now.” Justin locked the door of the apartment and picked up his bag.