Part of him wanted to tear through the city streets like a dervish until he found Matt and brought him back. Another part wanted to stay where he was, wait for Matt to come home…he’d feel stupid if he got all worked up only to find Matt checking out at the grocery store. But his earlier thoughts of Matt, bound and stimulated like an extra in a porn flick, made Vic suspect his lover wasn’t standing in line at Food Lion. If only he knew where to start looking, he’d rush out there and find him…
Again he tried to open his mind, but he found it difficult to concentrate. Everywhere he looked, he saw something that reminded him of Matt, and a desperation began to claw at his throat, making it hard to breathe. His gaze roamed the living room walls to settle on a handful of picture frames atop th
