Chapter 2
Garth spent the next two days in an exhaustive effort to assemble all the information he could about the case. Still, he found his usual concentration difficult to maintain. His most recent encounter with Peter kept slipping into whatever he was doing. He’d suddenly find himself recalling the scent of the other man’s hair—a smoky juniper mixed with sage; the feeling of his lips and teeth against Garth’s neck, ears, and face; the crushing strength of his embrace and the near savagery with which he’d divested Garth of his tie and shirt.
Then he’d have to find a reason to call and ask Peter a question. His newest client had left for a concert in the Midwest, but would be back once that was over. Garth was already anticipating Peter’s return—and hating himself for it every moment.
