Gordy reached for Leo’s arm, and lightly squeezed. “Thank you again for helping me with this.”
Leo would have given anything to try and get another kiss out of Gordy before he left, but since he was the only one standing in the room that knew that Jeff had never smoked a damn thing in his whole life, let alone something as “repulsive” as a cigarette, he figured he’d better go find out what was going on.
“I’ll call as soon as I hear from Jeff,” Leo promised. “We’re going to figure this out, okay? Just hold on for another couple of days.”
Gordy nodded. “I will.” He lifted up on his tiptoes and kissed Leo’s chin. “Thanks.”
Leo was all the way down the hall and in the elevator before his chin stopped tingling.
* * * *
“What the f**k is wrong with you?” Leo slammed the door to the truck,
