Chapter 13Later that week, Adam sought out Ian, finally, tracking him down on his way to the elevator. He looked surprised and more than a little irritated by the interruption.
Adam pulled up short, frowning. “Do you have a moment?”
“What is it?” Ian sighed, his eyes darting back and forth as if he had somewhere to be.
“If now isn’t—”
Ian’s posture softened. “No, what is it? Are you all right?”
The gentle and concerned way he asked made the anxious knot in Adam’s chest lessen. And the terrible and festering hatred he carried for Ian subsided some, abated. For now.
“I’m fine. It’s not about me.”
Genuine relief swept over Ian’s features. “Should we be alone?”
Adam nodded. “It’s private.”
“How private?”
“Not that private,” Adam answered, flashing Ian a wane grin in response. “Can yo
