Chapter 9
The entire return trip, Rafael was silent again. Did the man have some issue with cars? Every conversational gambit Grant offered went unanswered with anything more than a grunt or a noncommittal evasion. They’d spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms. Shouldn’t they be on a friendlier footing? What was the man so afraid of?
As they neared the edge of the city, Rafael spoke at last. “Take this exit. I live a couple blocks from here.”
Dismayed at the idea of saying goodbye so soon, Grant protested. “I was going to take you to work so you could get your car.” Despite the lack of conversation, he was loath to end their time together.
“That’s all the way across town. Besides, it’s too late in the day to go into the office. I can catch the bus tomorrow morning—it’s close.”
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