“First stop, Andrew’s apartment?” Quinn asked after Mrs. Taylor left.
“Yep, but not for a couple of hours. Presuming his roommates hold normal jobs, they probably won’t be home until sometime after five.”
“Or they’ll have left by then, if, like Andrew, they’re restaurant workers.”
Brent snorted. “With our luck…”
“So grab your jacket and let’s move.”
“Yes, bossman.” Brent ducked when Quinn took a swipe at him, only to find himself being hugged by his husband.
“You know this is a democracy. You can always say no,” Quinn said, giving him a fast kiss.
“I never say no to you,” Brent responded. “Well, almost never, after the first couple of weeks.”
The two men had met when they’d been students at UCD, working on their bachelor degrees in criminal justice. Brent was a year ahead of Quinn
