Chapter 29

“I hate when you call me that.” But it was said without heat, as if he’d long given up hopes on it ever getting through to the other man. “Michael, you’re my friend, and I don’t want to see you get hurt. Just please tell me you didn’t have anything to do with Mr. Vincent getting sick.”

“Okay, I won’t.” But the smug tone in his voice said otherwise. I’d look into that. If I found Shaw was responsible for my wretched condition, he’d be begging to die by the time I got done with him.

“Jesus, Michael.” his friend growled. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

I heard the sound of zippers being undone and then the hiss as they relieved themselves. “I don’t think so, Wills. I’ve got something on the high and mighty Mr. Mark Vincent that is guaranteed to get him tossed on that lily white ass of his.”

“I don’t want to know. Vincent is one tough cookie. Even Mr. Wallace is careful around him.”