Chapter 8The man in his company wasn’t a paying client and he wasn’t an old friend with whom he was seeking an unhealthy combination of revenge and closure. The intense heat building between him and Brett that he’d first noticed the day of his father’s funeral in the garden at Edenwood had combusted in the downstairs lounge of the nightclub Immortal. They slipped away from the oblivious crowd and exited the bar. They made their way into the cool, dark night, the nearby woods swallowing them up.
Whether anyone had seen them leave together, Ken included, Chad couldn’t say.
He’d had eyes only for Brett and the feeling appeared more than mutual. When the moonlight hit the side of his face, Chad felt as if he was looking at two men. The cop, responsible, trustworthy, and the man undercover, s
