Chapter 6: Saturday
“You’ll be changing into something more decent.” Beckett kept his voice as calm as he could, but he was aware his comment was statement rather than question. “We’re due at the restaurant by seven.” He stood at the front door of the flat, keys in hand, ready to go outside. He’d been standing there for fourteen minutes. Not that he was counting. Much.
Doug had ambled into sight in the doorway of their bedroom and was staring at him from along the hallway. His hair was unbrushed and his eyes sparkled. He ran a finger—apparently aimlessly—along his neck, just under the ear, tracing a dark, mouth-sized mark, and sighed at Beckett with an obviously exaggerated patience. “But you complained when I changed last time.”
“That was because you changed to naked last time,” Becket
