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“That’s okay,
    though. I survived despite what they did.”
    “It could’ve been worse,” Luke whispered.
    Priest’s head snapped towards Luke. “What did you
    just say?”
    Luke sat up and looked down at Priest. “At least they
    didn’t throw you into a dumpster or something. I mean, you
    hear about shit like that al the time. I don’t know why your
    mom did what she did, but if she’d wanted you dead, she
    wouldn’t have left you outside a hospital.”
    Priest had hoped talking about the past would be
    safe, but he quickly changed his mind. Throwing the covers
    back, he swung his legs off the side of the bed and sat up.
    “I should go.”
    “I should go.”
    Luke launched himself at Priest, wrapping his arms
    around the big man’s neck. “Please don’t. I’m sorry about
    what I said. Sometimes I have diarrhoea of the mouth.
    From now on tel me to shut up. Hel , we don’t even have to
    talk if you don’t want to, but please stay.”
    “No more questions.” Priest rol ed his eyes. Luke
    hadn’t even asked him a question. He’d stupidly
    volunteered the information.
    Thankful y, Luke was man enough to let the comment
    drop. “Wil you stay?”
    Priest nodded and al owed Luke to lead him back
    down to the mattress. Once they were under the blankets
    once again, Luke reached for the remote control on the
    bedside table. “Feel like watching some TV?”
    “Sure. I don’t watch much though, so you’l have to fil
    me in if it’s one of those ongoing kind of shows.” There was
    something so innocent yet incredibly intimate about their
    position.
    Luke began to flip through the channels. “Hol er if you
    see something you like.”
    “Right there,” Priest said when Luke turned to a home
    improvement show. “I just bought a house that needs some
    work done. Maybe I’l pick up a few pointers.”
    “Good luck. I’ve been watching this network for about
    five years, and I stil don’t have a clue how to lay tile.”
    They watched for several minutes before Luke spoke
    again. “Can I ask you something?”
    “You can ask, doesn’t mean I’l answer,” Priest said.
    “Were you in the al ey when I hurt my knee?” Luke
    asked, taking a moment to al ow his body time to adjust to
    Priest’s cock.
    “No. Why?”
    Luke shook his head. “Nothing. I just had this feeling
    someone was watching me. I’d hoped it was you.”
    “Wasn’t.”
    Within minutes, Luke was softly snoring against
    Priest’s chest. Priest eased the remote out of Luke’s hand
    and turned the volume down. As he continued to pick up
    pointers on home repair and decorating, he idly ran his
    fingertips over the soft, inked skin of Luke’s lower back.
    A glance at the clock surprised him. He’d held Luke
    for over two hours without expecting anything in return. He
    was tempted to wake Luke up and ask for a blowjob or
    something. Not that he needed to be sucked off, but it
    would make him feel better if they kept their relationship
    strictly sexual.
    Usual y he had to be flat out wasted to spend the
    entire night with a booty cal , but once again, things felt
    different with Luke. Priest turned off the lamp and the
    television and stared up at the darkened ceiling.
    What would Luke think if he knew Priest had blown up
    a house with innocent people inside? Thoughts of the
    assignment threw Priest back into the pit of guilt he’d been
    wal owing in for days. He needed to find out more on the
    woman whose picture he stil had in a file at his house.
    According to news reports, the woman in the photograph
    and her elderly parents had died in the explosion that had
    rocked the middle class neighbourhood.
    He couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do
    with her Middle Eastern descent. Was it possible that the
    woman was a terrorist? His gut had told him no. So why
    hadn’t he listened? Although the answer came easily, it
    didn’t make Priest feel any better. He’d trusted Jeffries and
    the agency to only assign him matters