Chapter 40

He was grateful for the knock at the door when it came. His muscles screamed as he stood and grabbed his wallet. Sitting for that long wasn’t doing him any favors. If he thought his shoulder could handle the jostling, he’d do a few miles on the treadmill after he ate. Hell, he’d do a few miles even if it couldn’t take it.

“How much…”

The query faded on his lips.

Cole’s eyes fixed on his, the pizza box balanced in his hand. “The kid recognized me from when we ordered the other night. Did you get a meat feast?”

It took a second for the casual question to sink in. “Yeah.”

His pale skin was flawless. It stretched like a blank canvas across his exotic bone structure, unmarked by any of the events from the past week. Nothing marred his neck, or the vee of chest visible at the open neckline of his shirt. Brady got caught on the clothes for a second. Those were new. Different. Not the ones he’d bought for Cole.

“Your pizza’s getting cold.”