Chapter 9

And Rowan had liked it enough to test it by digging around in the man’s pockets for his keys when he knew damn well he could get them without such intimate contact.

Even now, heat rose beneath his skin when he remembered the hard angle of Alec’s hip against his knuckles, the way Alec’s breath had caught and then skittered to freedom when he let him go. Rowan had wanted to lean down and lick along Alec’s jaw to find out if he tasted as good as he smelled, which was the only reason he’d found the strength to back away at all.

Dad didn’t need to know any of this, though he’d figure it out on his own if Rowan didn’t stop thinking about it. Focus on something unsexy.Like the bitter tang of Martin’s fear when Alec had told him Will was nowhere to be found.