Chapter 6
Dinner alone hadn’t been any fun. Doyle usually enjoyed preparing a meal for himself but not that night. All he could think about was Kord. The image of his face with its three-day stubble giving the impression that he was fierce and predatory haunted Doyle as he ate dinner. He could still feel Kord’s stare, those searching green eyes assessing him, trying to figure him out.
Not even the potential loss of his job captured his attention in the same way. Doyle was hooked on the guy and he knew it. But Kord—Kord wasn’t gay. That much was clear. And even if he were, he wouldn’t be interested in someone like Doyle. His demeanor said it for him, that and the hundred times he’d called Doyle a candy ass.
Doyle cleared the table, rinsed the dishes, and listlessly placed them in the dis
