Chapter 61

“Your cash is in the pocket of my pants,” Chris offered. “If you want it back.”

Ian waved it off, dressed and eager to beat a hasty retreat. “No, keep it. You earned it.”

He rushed from the apartment, racing down the stairs. He hurled open the security door, stumbling onto the rain slick streets. Ian took a deep welcomed gulp of the humid night air, chest heaving, waiting for the panic to subside before he dashed over to where he had parked. Determined to get back to the hotel and Adam, hoping he’d be there when he returned.

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