Chapter 4Fast and discreet, the waitress refilled Harris’s water glass and then left their table as quickly as she’d appeared. Harris took a sip of the cool drink, the fresh water reminding him of Pallas’s blue eyes.
Since their first meeting last night, he kept thinking of Pallas on and off, remembering the details that had escaped him. The inflection of Pallas’s musical voice. The way he spoke his words carefully, as though everything he said was controlled. The clever sparkle in his eyes. Under all that coolness, Harris sensed there was a hurt man trying to protect himself.
What would lead a man like Pallas to sell his body? Most male prostitutes he’d known were straight guys with an expensive drug addiction that had led them down a spiral. But those were the men he’d met on the stree
