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heart.”
    David was feeling the effects of the beer now, as his lust faded and left an ache like a tooth gone bad. He knew he should go back into the bar and call a cab, but the wait was going to kill him. All he wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed.
    He slid into the seat, jerking his seat belt on, while Jairo crossed around to the driver’s side and started the car up. The vehicle roared and vibrated under David’s feet. He gave the address and before long they were on the Glendale Freeway heading south. Nearly forty minutes later they pulled in behind Chris’s Escape. He glanced up at the second story window, but the house was dark. Maybe he was lucky and Chris was asleep.
    From inside the house a volley of deep, menacing barks could be heard.
    “Guess you still have a dog.”
    David swore under his breath. One more problem to add to his growing pile. He turned to Jairo. “Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you at the station tomorrow.”
    “Tomorrow.” Jairo saluted him and seconds later was racing down the normally quiet street, back toward the freeway.
    David eased the door open, ready for the dog, hoping it had a good memory. “It’s me boy.”
    Sergeant stood just inside the door, still barking, his head lowered, as though ready to charge. David tried to stare the animal, down but it only seemed to increase its rage.
    He was about to retreat, when Chris stumbled downstairs in his silk robe, blinking owlishly at the commotion. The dog was instantly at his side.
    “I thought you were going to get rid of him.” David noted the dog had a new collar and a set of dog tags. That wasn’t good.
    “Couldn’t find the owner.”

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    “Chris—”
    “I tried, okay. I’ll try again tomorrow.”
    David jerked the wall safe open, and put his Smith & Wesson .40 and his gold badge inside, slamming it shut.
    “Tomorrow’s Sunday.”
    “So? People are home on Sunday.” Chris looked at his watch as he led the way upstairs. “So, you just get off work?”
    Knowing Chris would smell the beer, David shook his head.
    “Stopped for a drink. Needed to unwind.”
    “Bad case?”
    “Yes.”
    “Poor baby.” Chris made room for him on the bed, patting the sheets beside him. Sergeant almost took him up on the invitation until Chris quelled him with a look. “There’s only one guy I share my bed with. Get your own man.”
    Sergeant looked wounded, but curled up at the foot of the bed.
    David undressed down to his boxers and climbed into bed.
    Chris immediately rolled over to fold his arms around his lover.
    He nuzzled David’s furry chest. “I missed you.”
    David rumbled something that he hoped would seem sympathetic. Chris stroked his left nipple, circling the outline of his chest and nibbling on the flesh over David’s heart.
    “You miss me?”
    “Sure,” David shifted on the bed. “I’m beat. I have to get up early again tomorrow,” he said, more sharply than he intended, still unsettled by Jairo’s kiss, and his reaction to it. What the hell had he been thinking? “You got the dog back into the vet at least? Tell me you did that much.”
    “He read the chip and gave me a contact number. No answer. I left our number and I’ll try to call again tomorrow.”
    “Good. Did you make a reservation for next weekend?”
    “Yeah.” Chris rolled away from him, the tension between them escalating. “Doug Arango’s. I hear they got a new chef in.”

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    David picked up the paperback he was half way through, and slid his reading glasses on. Normally a few minutes of reading relaxed him enough to get to sleep. Not tonight. He could barely focus on the words in front of him. He could still smell Jairo, could still feel his heat, and his strong grip on his cock. It took every ounce of will power he possessed not to get up and march downstairs. Whatever else he did, he had to keep Chris from suspecting anything. “What time?”
    “Eight.”
    “Good,” he said “That gives me