“I think I want you to give me a ride home,” Clark said, frost in his voice. “I wouldn’t ask, but my damned phone’s back in the club so I can’t call a cab, and I’m plenty aware that I shouldn’t drive.”
“I’d be glad to,” Daniel said, releasing Clark, who missed Daniel’s arms as soon as they left. “So long as you let me in to see you settled.”
Clark nodded, feeling a mix of irritation and heat at the thought of Daniel in his home. “Fine,” he said. He wasn’t out of the woods yet with the attack, he knew, so, really, it made sense to have someone see him home.
Good sense. Nice, rational sense.
Clark scowled, uncharacteristically ill at ease.
Daniel turned toward the path and waited. “I’m not letting you too far out of arm’s reach. I saw how hard you went down.”
Clark took a step and real
