Chapter 3Andrew hadn’t told anyone about Dalton yet, though he might have to now, considering he was walking into Avalon to investigate a theft.
On behalf of Dalton Wellesley—Dalton Ford, in a way, which was insane but somehow made perfect sense.
It was the eyes that gave them away as father and son, so blue and intense. They’d caught Andrew off guard the first time he met both men, though under very different circumstances. Dalton in the library at college when Andrew started tutoring him. Ford the first time he came in for questioning on one of his many unproven thefts.
Andrew had hoped to learn something useful when he followed Ford the other day, maybe recoup a few losses. He hadn’t thought it would lead to another amorous encounter, or that the next day he’d discover an old friend
