The new guy was running out of time to hit his twenty-four hour reporting deadline. Don drummed his fingers on his desk. He hoped this wouldn’t turn out to be a no-show. He was about to make a note on the file when the door opened without warning and a slender figure slouched in, his face half-hidden by long, raven hair.
“Michael Andras?” Don asked, and the guy looked up at him. The hair was longer, but the man’s looks were distinctive enough that Don could easily recognize him from the mugshot on the file.
Shockingly cold blue eyes regarded him intently, making Don uncomfortable, although he couldn’t have said why. A surprisingly full mouth quirked up at one side as Andras continued to stare at him in silence. Don swallowed, remembering the man was gay. Tall, blond, and well built, Don
