Yolks on You Box Set

Chapter 14-1

Chapter 14

Dom sat back, staring at Kiko steadying his breath only inches away. He looked so relaxed, so satisfied, content to just sit there until everything he was feeling faded. It was then Dom realized that, as much as he’d not left it an option, he’d gotten at least a little attached. Leaving on Monday would suck.

“s**t,” he muttered, turning away. He hadn’t meant to feel this way about Kiko. Turned out he was a far better man than Alec. Go figure. And Dom would have to leave.

“What?” asked Kiko, voice faint, as though he didn’t particularly care to come back to reality.

“Nothing,” said Dom, grabbing a flashlight with a harsh movement. “I’m going to have a look around.”

“Mmhmm.”

Dom slammed the door and stalked off toward where he had seen the shadow, trying not to think of the man he’d left behind, content to sit in sticky pants and pleased it had been Dom that had caused the situation. Dom scratched his forehead, scanning the field with his flashlight, jaw set. He didn’t normally get attached after just one round of s*x. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he’d ever been attached to Alec, and they’d screwed constantly, for the first few months at least. Kiko was different in that he seemed to care much more. Dom should have known that was a bad trait to have in a fling.

After a while, he gave up. Whoever had been here while they were having a bit of fun in the truck was long gone now. Dom was sure it was the same person as last night, too, and that seemed incredibly suspicious to him. The cool wind tickled the back of his neck. He didn’t want to linger here.

When he got back to the truck Kiko was asleep; he started when Dom shut the door.

“So you’re one of those,” said Dom, replacing the flashlight in the glove box. “Falls asleep afterward.”

Kiko yawned.

“I’m just really tired. And you did do a good job relaxing me.”

“Well, wake up, ‘cause I don’t want us to crash on the road.”

“What were you doing?” asked Kiko, yawning again.

“Looking for whoever that was. I’m sure it’s the murderer,” said Dom, certain the moment it left his mouth that it was true. “I thought maybe I could track him.”

“Great,” mumbled Kiko. “Just who I want to watch me in a vulnerable situation.”

Dom grinned.

“He didn’t see anything. I was mostly blocking the view.” He paused. “I don’t have a good feeling about this. What if he was here to plant more bombs?”

“Yeah, I don’t like the thought of someone out here messing with the eggs,” said Kiko. “We should probably report this. Two nights in a row now.” He fumbled pulling his phone from his pocket, went through it briefly, then passed it to Dom.

The non-emergency number to the police showed on the screen. Dom looked up at Kiko.

“You call. I’m still distracted.”

“No,” said Dom, realizing Kiko misinterpreted the question in his glance. “I’m wondering who just has this number in their phone?”

“Well, apart from it being smart,” said Kiko, closing his eyes again, “Yolks on You gets egged now and again. I report it, not that anything comes of it. Just want it on record.”

“Ah,” said Dom, and called. The voice on the other end sounded either bored or annoyed; Dom was listened to, and he heard the clicking of a keyboard in the background, but he could tell by the lack of enthusiasm that it didn’t sound like anything would be done.

“And?” asked Kiko when Dom handed the phone back.

“I think it’d be lucky if they even sent an officer past here to take a peek. You ready to drive?”

“As ready as I’ll be tonight with my clothes sticking to me.”

Dom grinned.

“Good. I want you to drive back in it.”

Kiko sighed, but it was a good-sounding sigh.

“Seems I have no choice,” he said, and started the engine.