Chapter 9There had been no opportunity to talk to Ivo on the way home since the train had been crowded and they had taken a taxi from the station. However, when it pulled up outside his parents’ flat, Ivo refused to get out. “I’m coming home with you. We need to talk. I want to know where we stand.”
Rafe threw a look at the driver before glaring at Ivo. “Get out!” he whispered. “I’m very busy. There’s nothing to talk about.”
Refusing to budge, Ivo looked out of the window, ignoring him until at last, in frustration, Rafe ordered the driver to go on to Grey Street. Once inside the flat, Ivo pulled Rafe into his arms, but he extracted himself at once and went to the sideboard to pour a whisky and soda. “Do you want one?” he asked over his shoulder.
“No. I want a kiss.”
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