“Did you have a good day?” Neal breezed through the hotel suite door, and Hayden lost all ability to concentrate on the paper he was writing.
Hayden nodded, but said nothing, simply sat there with his mouth open. Neal always looked good—even when he was wearing old torn work clothes, which today he was not. Today was a three-piece, finely cut suit.
Neal strode across the room and hooked one finger under Hayden’s chin, giving him a kiss and taking advantage of the fact Hayden’s lips were already parted. After a few seconds, Neal leaned back, pulled out a chair close to Hayden, and sat down. He put a slim bag from a local bookstore on the table. “I brought you something.” Neal slid the bag across the table closer to Hayden.
Hayden put his hand on the bag but didn’t open it. Neal bought gi
