where the forensic teams had dusted for prints or trace.
Climbing the stairs, he kept looking over his shoulder, as though he expected someone to be there. He didn't like that feeling.
His bedroom was cleaned up and he hurried and grabbed a small travel bag from his closet. He dumped a toothbrush and other toiletries he would need the next day before work. He packed a pair of track pants for sleeping and a change of clothes for the next day. He didn't know how long he'd be gone from but he wasn't going to assume anything.
Downstairs again, he grabbed a pile of assignments that were already due back to the students and set his mind to spend the night marking them. He doubted he'd be able to sleep in a strange house anyway. He walked with his bag and papers to the squad car and Leo climbed out to open the door for him.
"What's in the big bag?" Leo questioned.
"Assignments. They were due back to my students already. I figured if I don't sleep tonight, I'll spend the time marking some."
"You teachers never stop, do you?"
Anderson grinned and brushed by Leo to drop the bags on the back seat.
"You know, I may seem like a boring conversationalist, but I'm not."
"Leo, I didn't mean you were. I just… I'm behind on this grading and… you're laughing at me!"
Leo laughed softly. "It's good to see you thinking about something else for a change."
"Gimme a sec, okay? I have to call someone."
"Okay. Take your time."
He took a deep breath and turned toward his front door with his cell phone pressed to his ear.
"You all right?" Leo called from where he now sat on the hood of his car.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Anderson waved just as Byung's voice came over the line.
"Hey, Bee," he spoke in Cantonese. The last thing he wanted was for Leo to eavesdrop on his conversation. "My house was broken into."
"Shit! Are you okay?"
"Oh I'm fine. One of the detectives insisted on me staying at his place tonight."
"So… you're spending the night as his place, huh?"
Anderson heard the insinuation in his friend's voice and laughed. Just the thought Leo Sung Kim was gay was laughable. The man had a body like a brick house and he looked like he was into football and a good raw fuck with a woman. Anderson couldn't help thinking it was Leo's loss. "It's nothing like that."
"That why you're speaking in Cantonese rather than English?" Byung teased.
Anderson simply laughed and the conversation carried on.
"But listen," Anderson said. "I'll be fine. He's got a big gun."
Byung laughed. "I bet he does."
"You know it's hard to talk to you when you get like this," Anderson joked.
"Uh-huh." Byung laughed harder.
"You're an ass, you know that? Leo isn't gay."
"Now you're on a first name basis with this guy? You two are moving faster than I thought."
Anderson rolled his eyes and took a glance at the detective. Leo was sexy, leaning against the cruiser, trench coat dancing about his ankles, arms folded across his muscular chest with his gun and badge glistening in the sunlight.
"There's no moving." Anderson tore his eyes away from the perfect statue before him. "I just wanted to call you and let you know where I was, so you don't worry."
"All right. Call if you need me. And you know you could have stayed here, right?"
"I know. But if someone is after me, I'd rather lead him away from your doorstep… Bee… you know I love you, right?"
"I know. Try to get some sleep tonight, Andy. You sound tired."
Chapter Five
Leo rarely had guests because he was so absolutely ashamed of where he lived. If he wanted, he could have bought a house but he didn't see the point. He was barely at home at all and didn't think it would make any sense. The only time he even thought about that shame was after he invited someone over. When he thought of where Anderson lived in comparison to his place, he felt like a moron bringing him there. He wasn't sure what he was thinking—he mulled over it silently and realized he wasn't thinking. His cock was doing that for him,