Chapter 18
“We shouldn’t.” Ash sat down near his computer and his equipment. They created a wall of safety, or at least of good sense, around him.
Ross frowned, and then he tilted his head. He stepped closer to Ash. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”
“I didn’t mind last night.” The words fell out of Ash’s mouth, like water spilling from a tilted glass. He would have stopped them if he could, but he knew he didn’t have a chance in hell. “I wanted to—a lot. That doesn’t mean it was a good idea.”
Ross scratched behind his ear. It was something Porthos did all the time, when something confused him. The similarity made Ash laugh, maybe a little sadly.
“Is there an issue you’re not telling me about?” Ross sat down. “I know health care in some places can be a little sketchy. If you picked something up along the way, just tell me. We can take precautions, it’s okay.”