Waiting until no one was looking anymore, Andrew discreetly did up his pants. He glanced to the side, but Ford was gone, having slipped away unnoticed.
No matter. As soon as the briefing was over, Andrew would be on his trail.
* * * *
Isaac hadn’t been able to resist stopping by the police station after catching wind that Andrew would be there for a briefing on the very same cases he was most interested in. He wasn’t foolish enough to have bugged the precinct but keeping tabs on his competition was good business.
The hands-on interaction hadn’t been planned, but Isaac didn’t regret it, already wondering when he might make good on his suggestion for a ‘next time.’ Seeing Andrew again had stirred up all sorts of old desires, regardless of how things had ended at Christmas.
How else thin
