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good it was hard to believe.
     
    Dylan sighed wearily. He really didn’t want to tell him. “I suggested that perhaps he had feelings… for a certain client.”
     
    “Doug?”
     
    “Who’s Doug?”
     
    “The pilot he ties up and smacks around.”
     
    Dylan raised an eyebrow at that. “Do you think he has feelings for him? He did just go to Vegas with him.”
     
    “Did he? I didn’t know that. But, no. I mean, I don’t know, but it seems unlikely. Holden enjoys his cynicism. Emotions would ruin his cool.”
     
    “Oh, is that the problem?”
     
    “What?”
     
    “He’d rather want something he can’t have because if he actually had it, he’d have to do something about it.”
     
    Roan looked over his shoulder, and then looked back at Dylan. “I think this conversation fell through a hole in the space-time continuum. What the hell are we talking about?”
     
    Dylan smiled quietly, and Roan was glad to see it, even though he had no idea what they were discussing. Yes, it was about Holden, but he was sure there was a subtext he was missing. “I think I’m trying to figure out Holden,” Dylan said. “I’m not doing well.”
     
    “What’s to figure out? He’s a control freak who’s afraid of losing control, so he uses a mix of charm and aloofness to always control the situation. And I should know, as I have control freak tendencies myself.”
     
    “Tendencies?” Dylan repeated, giving him a sly grin. “Oh sweetheart, we are so beyond tendencies.”
     
    “Quiet, you,” Roan mock threatened. Dylan just smiled at him, taunting him with his eyes. He knew Roan wasn’t going to do anything. Cheeky bastard.
     
    As they headed home, Roan wondered why Dylan would feel the need to try and figure out Holden. It seemed needlessly frustrating. Roan would never understand Holden, and he didn’t even want to try.
     
    It was late, and when they got home, he wondered if it was too late to call Holden or if he was off on a client call. Or maybe just sleeping for once, although he seemed to be a true night owl. It was probably a street kid habit that he never shook, but it would serve him well as a detective.
     
    He was going to tell Dylan he needed to make a phone call, but as soon as they were in the door, Dylan grabbed him and gave him a long, deep kiss that he could feel all the way down to his toes. Wow. He pulled back in a kind of a daze and asked him, “What was that for?”
     
    Dylan cupped the back of his neck, giving him a wistful, lazy smile as he rested his forehead against Roan’s. “I’ve missed you.”
     
    “I’ve only been gone three days.”
     
    “I still missed you,” Dylan said, and leaned in to kiss his neck. He then bit him, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to make Roan involuntarily growl.
     
    He had no idea why a bite would do that to him, turn him on beyond all reason. It was probably very kinky and unsavory, but it seemed as unconscious as his growling. Roan grabbed Dylan and kissed him back just as hard as he’d been kissed when they came through the door.
     
    You know what? Screw the phone call. The job could wait until later.
     

     

     
    Only when the sound of the doorbell woke him up did he remember he had one.
     
    Did anyone ever use the doorbell? Roan stumbled into the bathroom for a piss and tried to remember the last time anyone had used it. The UPS guy? Yeah, that must have been it. Not many people bothered.
     
    He glanced out the bathroom window to see if it was the UPS guy again, but all he saw was a silver Chevy Cavalier parked out front. It took a moment for him to remember that was Holden’s new (well, new-ish; it was several years old) car. He'd sold his old one, why Roan didn’t know, but surely Holden had a reason. It was a sunny day. The rain had retreated for now, but there was a slightly opalescent cast to the air that suggested both cold and the impending return of showers. Figured.
     
    Roan pulled on his boxers and