He walked briskly into the living room where Jian was waiting. “Ready?”
“I think so.” He ran his hands down the sides of his suit jacket.
Jian wrapped an arm around him. “You look dashing,” he mumbled right before nipping at Victor’s earlobe. A shiver traveled down his spine.
“Come on.” Jian grabbed his hand and led him out into the snowy weather. He grimaced at the sky. “I hope the roads are okay.”
“Where are we going?” If they were heading to Snowmelt or Nortown or some other small place, they were doomed.
“Whiteport.” Jian gave him a guilty look. “It’ll be late before we’re back, but I have fixed a lunch box for you, and you can nap in the truck while I drive.”
Victor squeezed his hand. “It’s fine.” And Jian had an early morning too, earlier than he did. Normally, he was gone before Victor got out of bed.