He’s gay. Never would have figured that in a million years. Rob took another bite of his Stroganoff. Guess it disproves the idea all cops are straight and homophobic. Hell, I know all of them aren’t, but still…He looked at Darren under half-closed eyelids, dropping his gaze when he realized Darren was watching him. He’s already wondering if he made a wise decision, asking me to stay here.
“You’re a good cook,” Darren commented a bit later, as he finished off the last bite of his meal.
“Practice, although it’s been forever since I’ve had a chance to prove it,” Rob replied.
“You’ll get your chance, now that you’re here. I’ll share the cooking chores with you. I can deal with breakfasts without killing anyone. Dinners? Eh.”
“Not true,” Rob retorted. “That stew was damned good. Still, yeah
