Chapter 11
It was still disconcerting to sit idly by while Blake had a sword sticking out of his chest, but Derek couldn’t stop smiling. It felt kind of sleazy, but it was impossible to stop. And that was all down to the gift that was currently residing on the small table in the corner of their office.
He’d chatted a little with Blake the night before, just to check on him, and he was pleased when Blake responded immediately. The conversation was short—a few quick texts—but knowing Blake was well and happy went a long way to easing the ache in his chest. After the conversation, Derek planned to arrive at the office early so he could put his new chair in place. He’d bought the lounger from Ikea when he moved into his rental, but it would be more useful in the office. Between the more comf
