Chapter 7
Lync woke from an amazing dream when warm breath tickled his n****e and curious fingers explored the hair that covered his groin. He didn’t usually go out drinking after work, and on those occasions when he did on the weekend, he didn’t bring anyone home to his bed. If he had this time, had there been something really special about his partner, or had he just been too drunk? But that couldn’t be right. He never drank to excess. Uncle Connor had taught him that. He sighed. Damn, he wished he could remember what they’d done.
Well, this was going to be awkward. He started to ease out from under the weight of his companion’s arm. He’d put on a pot of coffee and then get this guy out of his apartment.
“Don’t go yet, Lyncoln,” a sleepy voice murmured, and Lync froze. No one called h
