After a long shower, London dressed in black snug slacks, his favorite purple shirt, light pink tie, adding his favorite dragon necklace.
He waited in the parking lot with a view of the entry. At fifteen after the hour, he convinced himself Joel stood him up until the text came in.
In lobby. ETA?
I’m here.
You’re at Wong’s on Blossom Hill?
No, at Woo’s. Sorry, I assumed you meant Woo’s when you said Wong’s. Be right there.
He raced the half mile to the west. London’s neck and face heated as he rushed in to meet Joel. They shook hands. London wanted to hug.
Joel teased. “Police works teaches to never assume.” He wagged his brows, sporting a sexy smile. “You’re even hotter when you blush.”
They sat opposite each other, and London took in an array of Chinese scenes, depicted in painti
