Ken made the call and was told they could meet with Cox at ten. He glanced into the kitchen after hanging up, watching Sean at the sink.
Why am I fighting what I’m feeling? Maybe because I’m not certain it will be reciprocated? He hasn’t said ace-deuce about what happened yesterday. He’s been all business since then. Not even a look, a glance, to say it was more than a quick roll in the hay. Although, to be honest, I haven’t said anything either. Why not? Am I afraid he’ll pass it off as a one-time thing? But if it was, as far as he’s concerned, wouldn’t it be better to find out now? Then we can finish the job and go our separate ways. I’m sure C21 will have plenty of assignments for him. He is good at what he does. Just as I am. But our skills don’t mesh so there’s no way they’d have us
