Dinner really was good, and when it was over, I offered to do the dishes. But Edgar refused and just sort of rinsed them and left them in the sink, saying he’d deal with them in the morning.
We went into his living room and he put on a movie, but he was paying much more attention to me then he was the film. His hand was curled around my neck and his thumb caressed the pulse point of my throat.
“You aren’t watching this,” I said, keeping my gaze on the screen.
“Hmm, I’m happy with what I am watching.”
I was unused to Edgar’s attention. It was strange, given the time we’d been together as partners. But he’d had a point. I had never really given him a clue I was attracted to guys. I had never done the macho thing others from the force did, asking Edgar in crass ways why he didn’t like wom
