He knew Kiko was taking in his pleased, hungry grin with some hesitation, but Dom grabbed the man and pulled him closer before he could back away. He was in good spirits, having discovered more evidence that pointed to Sander as guilty as well as having won over one-hundred dollars on the presidential pig races. He wanted to share the feeling with Kiko; he wanted to celebrate.
He leaned over and kissed Kiko, hard.
“I take it this means the race went well?” asked Kiko after he had pulled back, but Dom didn’t release him.
“Martin Spam Buren won. The first time he’s ever won.”
“She,” said Kiko as Katie grumbled good-naturedly. “The pigs are all female.”
Dom covered Kiko’s mouth with his own again.
“Get a room,” said Katie, holding out a ten when Dom released Kiko and glanced over. “This
