Over a quick lunch of chicken salad sandwiches, Matt thumbed through Vic’s memories of the day before, trying to find out what he might expect from the cop when she arrived. He felt Vic’s anguish and fear as if it were his own, and though his lover tried to hide it, he felt Vic’s arousal as well, when he had thought the bondage images sent from Matt were done in jest and not for real. “What was I supposed to think?” Vic asked, defensive. “Last time we made love, you had your hands behind your back. I thought this was just going a step farther. I’m sorry.”
“It would be fun,” Matt admitted, chewing thoughtfully. Then his face twisted in a sour grimace, as if he’d just bitten into something nasty. “He had to go and ruin it for us, you know? That could’ve been a lot of fun, and now if we eve
