Chapter 7When the doorbell sounded, a weak warble inaudible from most rooms in the building, Brinley took a steadying breath. Several loud bangs on the door—Jack chasing the bell with a knock that contained enough fury to make Brinley flinch—interrupted the weak attempt to centre himself.
Still, he required a last look in the mirror. Not wanting the evening to seem strange to Jack, he’d chosen a black t-shirt and jeans, the top tight enough to mould to his torso. He looked pretty good. Better than he intended, which stunned him into immobility, images of alternatives flying through his mind. s*x was not part of the issue; he should have worn something more simple. Not that he believed Jack would jump him, no matter how he looked. At least, not right away. The fact remained, s*x couldn’t h
