At quarter after midnight, a familiar presence opened in Matt’s mind. Faint at first, it drew stronger as Vic approached. When Vic realized Matt could sense him, his mind touched Matt’s own. ::Hey, lover.::
Matt answered by closing his thoughts off from Vic, turning away almost, as relief and anger warred through him like a coin tossed head over tails in the air between them. At the moment, he wasn’t sure which emotion would prevail. Thank God Vic was all right, but Matt had spent the last several hours worrying, and that fear wasn’t ready to disperse yet. Instead it rankled into rage, simmering just beneath the surface of Matt’s mind.
Vic touched on that rage and sighed. ::Matt, listen—::
::You could’ve called,:: Matt threw back at him. His anger began to bubble through his tough fa
