But it had been worth it. His legs didn’t work properly as he made his way back into the café. “Andrews decided to go with a sandwich at his desk then?” he asked when he didn’t see the big sergeant anywhere, and slumped into his seat. John looked up, his eyes narrowing. Troy had tried to return his appearance to normal after the wild ride, but John…he had more years on the job than Troy, and an eye for detail an anally-retentive OCD sufferer would envy. There was no way he hadn’t figured out what they’d been up to. “If you didn’t find another Werewolf in the toilets, then really I don’t want to know.” His dry tone made Troy smile. He didn’t care if John knew what they’d been up to, he felt too damn good. As fast and furious as their interlude had been, he’d felt something else buried beneath the heat. A connection he’d never felt with anyone. A soul deep link that scared and fascinated him. If that wasn’t enough to rock a guy’s world, the tenderness at the end of what should have been a fast and dirty fuck had blown him away.
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