hand on his crotch and a serious pressure pushing inside him. “Damn it. I need to take a piss.”
Abby hopped out of bed and pushed him toward the hallway. “Straight across the hall. Go go go.” She pointed at the archway behind him. “We’ll get your clothes and shoes ready while you take care of that.”
Braden found the bathroom and only took time to relieve himself and briefly admire the uncluttered sink and bathtub area as he washed his hands. Nice . It was hard enough for two people to share a bathroom. He could only imagine managing three. One of them being a hoarder would make it impossible to achieve. Braden’s toiletry needs were pretty simple, and he kept his bathroom as clean and neat as Abby did. Soon enough, they would have to devise a way to get to Rodrigo’s place so Braden could check out how the other man lived. The only one of them with an actual house, Rodrigo should have plenty of free space. Unfortunately, sometimes that only meant more room for clutter.
Not Rodrigo . Braden trusted his ability to read people. Money says the guy has entire rooms still unfurnished.
After drying his hands on a towel, Braden returned to Abby’s bedroom and found his shirt, jacket, shoes, and belt laid out neatly at the foot of the bed. Already fully dressed, Rodrigo ate up the carpet space that circled Abby’s bed with a determined stride, his head turned downward and his hands clasped behind his back. Braden had a bit of height on the man, but Rodrigo was tall, thickly shouldered, and lean around the middle. Fuck, if sexuality had a picture to define it in the dictionary, Rodrigo’s image would be it. Abby, with her creamy skin, killer legs, and ocean blue eyes, would represent the female version.
Speaking of… “Where did Abby go?”
Just as the last word left Braden’s mouth and Rodrigo ripped his gaze up from the carpeting, something icy touched the base of Braden’s spine, making him yelp.
“Here.” Abby sidled around him, grinning as she thrust a small bottle of cranberry juice and a granola bar at him. “It’s not much, but at least it has some calories to hold you until you get home or to the station or wherever you have to go.”
“Thanks, but hang on to it for a sec, okay?” Braden went to the bed and sat down to dress, his attention on Abby and her lovely disheveled state. “I’ll head straight to the station. There’s a shower in the locker room we have there, and I always keep a change of clothes in my car. Before I left the station yesterday, I mentioned I might swing by on the way in to take another run at interviewing a witness in an assault case, so it’s not too conspicuous that I’m not there yet. I’ll just do the interview this afternoon.”
Abby scrunched up her nose and forehead. “Sorry about that again.”
Braden tied his second shoe and shot upright, going right to Abby. “Don’t be sorry.” He cupped her jaw and couldn’t help the smile and shock of light that worked its way through him that came just from looking at her. “I’d rather miss a whole day without explanation than have you believing it was a mistake to call me when you needed someone. Just so we’re clear on it, I will be back tonight when I’m done with work. We’re gonna figure out what’s going on with your dreams, and we’re gonna double up in that bed of yours again. Definitely tonight and very likely for an undetermined number of days to come.”
Abby stiffened, and Braden swore he could see each tiny hair on her body shoot right on end. “I’m not some fragile piece of glass. You don’t—”
Rodrigo stepped up so close he brushed shoulders with Braden. “I’ll be coming back this evening too.” He spoke to Abby, but the dark edges in the glance he sent Braden’s way dared Braden to contradict him.
I can’t wait to take his untried ass and make those eyes deepen to pure black for an altogether different reason.
Braden released his hold on Abby, shifted, and duplicated
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