Since they had arrived in separate cars, Brian followed Tristan to his brownstone at the end of the evening. There were two narrow parking places in Tristan’s tiny gated backyard. Tristan leaned against his car, waiting as Brian parked.
“Just so I don’t forget when you get ready to leave tomorrow, watch carefully when you back out. People come flying down the alley way too fast,” Tristan said.
Brian had to smile at the implication Tristan expected him to spend the night. Brian walked around to the back of his car and crooked a finger at Tristan.
“Your Christmas present is in my trunk. It’s kind of too big to wrap.” Fingers crossed, he hoped Tristan would like it. Brian stuck the key in and popped the trunk. The street light in the alley cast a harsh and shadowy glow that combined with t
