Chapter 32

Ridge walked him back to his city apartment that night, which was in the complete opposite direction of his own place of residence. And being a gentleman, because maybe he liked Ridge a little too much, Damian didn’t ask the guy to spend the night. Instead, in the lobby of the building, the two men kissed goodnight, and Damian said, “I’ll call your cell phone.”

“I’ll be waiting. Don’t blow me off.”

Blowing Ridge off would come approximately two weeks later, in the form of Damian’s mouth over the man’s dick. And Damian hadn’t stopped blowing Ridge ever since, craving some action now in the passenger-seat of the Buick on this tumultuous and hectic night that prompted them to find a killer of men.

Ridge cleared his throat, turned his attention to Damian, and said, “You should sketch something for us.”

“Can’t at the moment. The power isn’t there. It only works when it wants to.”

“I’m surprised you can’t turn it on and off. I guess it’s not a light switch though, is it?”