Chapter 9
“I need you,” Darwin said when Nick answered the phone Thursday evening.
This was the second time—in the month since he and Greg had moved from friends to two men in love—that Darwin had brought him in on a job. The first time, Nick had called Greg to tell him he had a business dinner with a potential new client. “I think she’s more interested in me, the man, than in the firm,” he’d grumbled.
“Good luck with that,” Greg had replied. “But just in case…” He’d described, in minute detail, what he would do with Nick the following evening when they were in bed, ending by saying, “Keep that in mind when she’s coming on to you.”
Nick had laughed. “I will. It’s a damned good thing I’ve got an hour before I have to meet her. I might be presentable by then.”
“Aww, did I get you all ho
