TREVOR SKIDDED to a halt beside Chris. “What the hell’s going on—” “I’m not sure.” He turned away when Trevor slipped his arm around his waist. The guy was definitely into staking his claim tonight. “Des, are you okay?” “Kyle! Oh, honey, are you all right—” A battered Des darted forward and fell ...
He broke for a quick bite at a local café where he drank several cups of coffee and did his damnedest not to think about David. He wasn’t very successful. Face it, the guy was completely and irrevocably under his skin. Detoxing was going to be as hard as what any junkie fa...
