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without Bo. “And around other people, I can’t do this.” He stood, lifted Bo’s chin with stiff fingers, and kissed him.
    “Then I’ll be right back.”
    Bo dashed into the building and back out again a few moments later. “Here.” They squeezed into the chair together and Bo tucked them both into a blanket. Ah… better.
    With the blanket covering them, they could sneak in a hand job, but Lucky ignored his body’s demands and held Bo, enjoying his warmth, his scent, his not giving up on them.
    Several times the words were on the tip of his tongue to tell Bo about the house, but Lucky kept his mouth shut. Bo used to talk about moving in together. No telling how he felt now, and pushing might make him run.
    “ My probation time is up soon. My life will be my own again. ” What if Bo’s future didn’t have a place for reminders of his past?
    Right now Bo was here, and Lucky wasn’t about to borrow trouble.
    In time, he fell asleep with Bo’s arm flung over his chest. For the first time in weeks, he woke up content.
    ***
    “Wanna go pick up some fast food?” Johnson stood at Lucky’s cube, hand on her hip. Five minutes until quitting time, and Lucky intended to beat the pack out the door today.
    “What happened to Phillip?”
    Johnson scowled. “He’s off gallivanting with his boss today. O’Donoghue likes to yank his leash every now and then to prove he can. Makes him feel like a big man.”
    Okay. Sounded like Lucky wasn’t alone in not liking the DEA big shot on loan to the SNB. “I’m afraid I got other plans.” It wouldn’t hurt you go out with Johnson. Yeah, but visiting hours at the center aren’t long. Sorry, Johnson. Visiting Bo won out. “How about another time?”
    She gave a halfhearted smile. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll go work out instead. The better to kick your ass if we ever make it to the gym.” Johnson sauntered off, but her steps were slower than usual.
    And since when did he give a shit about disappointing other people? Strange, her hangdog expression tugged at his heartstrings.
    The moment the clocked clicked to five, he shut down his laptop and dashed past the throngs heading down the corridor, and beat them to the elevator. The door closed on several hopeful faces. Hopeful, rather, until they caught a glimpse of him. “I’ll catch the next one,” one woman said.
    Let ‘em. Lucky didn’t need their mindless chatter anyway.
    It took three tries for him to fire up his Camaro, and he pulled out of the parking garage to another cloudy day. Damn. He hadn’t fixed his wipers yet and rain might start any second. Oh well, time to stop by the auto parts store—at least for wipers. Picking out everything the car needed would take a few hours.
    He made it to Magnolia Center in a half hour, plus the time to slap a new pair of wipers on the car. Bo met him at the reception desk.
    The attendant grinned. “You boys behave yourselves, okay? The patio camera is on the fritz again. Maintenance will be here to fix it in about an hour.” She winked and strolled away.
    Lucky trotted behind Bo out to the patio again. The door clicked shut. Bo grabbed Lucky’s shoulder and slammed him back against the brick wall.
    “Wha…?”
    Bo’s mouth on Lucky’s stopped the words. Today two layers of leather jacket separated them, but Bo shoved his hands beneath to run up Lucky’s chest.
    “What about What’s-her-name?” Lucky strung together enough brain cells to ask. He didn’t trust that “camera on the fritz” bit.
    “She’s turning a blind eye as long as we don’t get too frisky.”
    Bo’s lips on Lucky’s neck fizzled out any thoughts more complex than “Oh. Good.”
    Body to body, Bo rubbed against Lucky, the stiffness in his jeans matching the stiffness in Lucky’s own.
    Lucky might blow right here, right now.
    “Even if she’s watching and lied about the camera, it doesn’t cover here by the wall. I checked,” Bo whispered against Lucky’s ear. “And she’ll keep anyone