Chapter 12

There were still plenty of people around the lot, but nobody paid any attention to him. Once he reached his car, he kept his eye out for Sam, not pulling out of the lot until Sam turned onto the street in his black Chevy. True to his word, he didn’t run any reds, or otherwise make it difficult for Elijah to follow. He might have worried about Sam changing his mind, except he could still taste the other man’s come on the back of his tongue, and smell the musky scent of Sam’s skin on his lips.

Elijah parked at the end of the block, instead of directly in front of Sam’s house. He hurried to the porch, smiling when he saw Sam was waiting for him.

“You better know your lines for tomorrow,” he teased as he unlocked the front door. “Because I don’t think you’re going to get much time to run them tonight.”

His lips twitched. “Oh, damn. I hadn’t even looked at the call time yet. I don’t know what we’re shooting tomorrow.”