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himself that he'd give Kyle the loving attention he yearned for and deserved tonight, or he'd end the relationship for good.
    He logged onto his department's communications equipment and let the world know he was back on duty.

Chapter Four
    Friday nights brought out the party crowds, so finding a parking spot near the Tanners bar proved to be a bit of a hide-and-seek game for Drew. He got out of his SUV, then locked the door with the remote. The heat and humidity were still oppressive, even at this time of the evening. He knew there'd be no chance the air conditioning could keep up with a big crowd in these temperatures. There wasn't any sense in getting worked up over it; sweat was a fact of life in this town.
    He'd dressed in a pair of snug-fitting, black jeans, and a black leather belt studded with silver links and chain around the buckle. His white, V-neck Dolce & Gabbana T-shirt, a leftover from the summer shoot in Oregon, fit him like a second skin.
    Drew loved the creamy-soft fabric. He'd never fork over almost two hundred dollars for a plain T-shirt, but if Kevin was buying, Drew would enjoy the comfort and cachet with a smile. And he looked so much sexier than he usually did in his ratty Jimmy Hendrix shirt.
    The unassuming, gray-painted building, nestled among mostly mom-and-pop kinds of businesses, was well known as one of the places to meet men in New Orleans.
    Drew forgot about being a cop when he walked through the door. Like many of the bars in the area, Tanners' operating hours were merely a suggestion, and some of the things that went on in the back room weren't exactly in keeping with civil laws or usual bar operating parameters. From Drew's perspective, Tanners' patrons knew they had a good thing going and kept themselves in check to prevent anyone from calling the cops.
    He was down with that.
    His hard-heeled, black, biker boots crunched on loose gravel as he crossed Bourbon toward Tanners. He spotted Kyle's Harley parked on the corner. Kyle is such a slut for tough bikes. A smile lifted the corner of Drew's lips. His day hadn't gone all that great, with the grand jury appearance as a start. Finally, he was shaking off all the bad vibes from that asshole Sandalio, and looking forward to his date.
    The pungent scent of jambalaya floated on the thick-cut breeze. Drew turned his head in the direction from which the mouth-watering aroma came. Mambo's . The word open blinked on and off atop the pole-mounted, neon sign in front of the diner. Stopping at Mambo's for a late-night snack seemed like a great possibility.
    Barroom beer-scented humidity washed over Drew when he opened the door of Tanners. Drew nodded to the bouncer and walked in, knowing he'd be sticky with sweat in no time. As he moved through the crowd to the wooden bar rail, the air became laden with the perfume of humanity—perspiration and cologne. The musky scent of sex would pervade the back room. The sex pheromones were impossible to ignore. Closer to the restroom, they'd be overpowering. The restrooms were never used for their designed purpose. If someone had to take a piss, they'd better find a real restroom somewhere else.
    Drew's cock stirred as he gazed around the bar looking for Kyle. Some casual action going on in the corner caught his eye. He swallowed a growl, seeing one guy openly palm his partner's bulging, leather-covered crotch. He and Kyle couldn't have sex in this bar. Hanging out in Tanners was risky enough. If the place got raided, Drew knew he and Kyle would be hard-pressed to explain why a couple of cops who knew better got caught, literally, with their pants down.
    If his shirt hadn't been so costly, Drew would have taken it off and gotten half-price drinks tonight. Drew sidled unnoticed behind Kyle, who had taken off his shirt and was nursing his usual Captain Coke. Drew winked at the guy Kyle was talking to, before leaning in and giving Kyle a series of light kisses on his shoulder.
    Kyle's hand flew to Drew's head, as