Chapter 12

“Okay,” Robbie said slowly. “I believe you. I didn’t really before. I mean, I wasn’t really sure, but now, I guess I do.”

The massage felt great and weird, too. It was like it was Aaron, but Curtis. The truth was he still had trouble wrapping his mind around the whole thing. But if he thought too much he’d end up barfing again.

Robbie’s cock had deflated from his recent heaving, but now with the rubbing of his shoulders and back, it perked back up to half-hard, pressing against his admittedly too tight jeans. Which he’d paid a fortune for.

Damn, I’m easy.

“Tell me what you remember about the murder,” Curtis said.

Way to throw ice cold water on him. Blowing out a breath, Robbie said, “Maybe you should take a seat and stop that.”

“Um, sorry.” Curtis walked around to the other side of the couch. “I can’t seem to stop touching you.”

He nodded. “How about sit in that chair instead of next to me?”