Chapter 43
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It was much later that same evening, and there I was, in my bed and leaning on my elbow, watching Mark as he slept. He was lying on his stomach, his left leg bent, and I was tempted to run my fingertips along the length of his spine, to the dip of his lower back, down to the shadowed crevice that separated his buttocks.
According to the file I had compiled on him, Mark never let anyone get close, not evenhis partner, the sole time he’d had one. He appeared to be estranged not only from his family, but from anyone he might have known before he was recruited by the WBIS. Which was sad. No man was an island, after all.
As for romances, there had never been any. It was well known that the WBIS had a list of ladies who were very beautiful, very talented, very accommodating, and of course,very well compensated. On rare occasions—surprising in how extremely rare those occasions were—he’d been known to visit them.