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on—back to work,” Rhodes barked in his best drill
sergeant imitation.
    “Yes sir!” Trevor cast a final hungry look over his shoulder
as he slipped back into the club.
    After a minute, Rhodes followed him. Planting himself on the
same stool he had vacated, he settled in to watch the V.I.P. door.

Chapter Four
     
    It was a good hour later before Wash emerged. Ness was
draped possessively over him, obviously trying to tug Wash back into the V.I.P.
area. Smiling, Wash slipped out of his grip, calling something back over his shoulder
to Ness before moving toward the exit.
    Rhodes stayed on his bar stool, his gaze on Ness,
half-expecting the man to chase after Wash. Instead, face hardening, Ness
watched him disappear into the crowd. When Wash was lost in the mass of people,
Ness turned to the bouncer and said a few words close to his ear. The bouncer
nodded and opened the door for Ness to reenter the V.I.P. section.
    Slipping off his seat, Rhodes dug out a few bills for the
bartender and made his way to the main door. As he let himself out, the
relative quiet of the street was a relief. Turning from his post, Trevor saw
him and grinned before quickly erasing his smile, replacing it with the aloof
cool that was probably more bouncer-appropriate. Walking past Trevor on his way
to the street, Rhodes allowed his hand to brush across the other man’s ass.
When he glanced back, Trevor was watching him, his eyes narrow and hot.
    “You want to wait around ’til your new friend gets off, go
ahead.”
    Rhodes jumped at the sound of Wash’s voice. His partner was
leaning against a newspaper dispenser, scowling.
    “You okay?” Rhodes asked, moving closer, his gaze on the
other man’s disgruntled face.
    “Fine,” Wash bit off. “Let’s go.” He walked a few steps
ahead of Rhodes toward where the car was parked, a block from the club.
    “We can grab a cab if you’ve been drinking,” Rhodes told the
stiff back in front of him. “I’ve had a few shots, so I’m not good to drive.”
    Wash gave a short shake of his head. “I wish I’d been
drinking,” he muttered. At the car, he held his hand out for the keys. Instead
of tossing them to him, Rhodes walked up and handed the car keys to Wash while
catching his partner by the shoulder.
    “What’s wrong?” Rhodes asked, giving Wash a little shake.
    “Nothing. Let’s go.” Jerking out of the other man’s grip,
Wash turned to yank open the driver’s door. “And just because we put on that
little skit in there doesn’t mean you can feel me up whenever you’d like.”
    Rhodes took an unsteady step backward, feeling like he’d
just been punched in the throat. “Fuck you,” he finally managed to choke out.
Blindly turning away from the car, he started walking. He wasn’t sure where he
was going—just away .
    “Shit,” Wash muttered. Rhodes heard footsteps hurrying
behind him and then Wash grabbed his arm. Rhodes stopped but didn’t look at his
partner.
    “Hey, I’m sorry,” Wash told him, giving his arm a squeeze
before releasing him. Rhodes still didn’t move, couldn’t look. “C’mon, Rhodie,
it’s been a really fucked-up night. Can’t we just go home?”
    Blowing out a hard breath, Rhodes braced himself before
turning to face Wash. “Fucked up how? Did that asshole do something to you?”
    Wash shook his head. “No. Let’s go—we can’t talk here.”
    Rhodes relented and they both walked stiffly back to the
car. Silence hung heavily around them for the first few minutes of their drive.
    “I’m really sorry, Rhodie,” Wash said again. “I didn’t mean
it. I was just venting.”
    “Whatever.” Rhodes stared through the windshield at the
artificially lit night. “Doesn’t matter. What’d you find out?”
    “That Ness is a sick fuck.”
    Something in Wash’s voice made Rhodes look over. His
partner’s fingers had tightened around the steering wheel until they glowed
white.
    “What’d he do?” Rhodes growled. He knew he