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inaudible as she sidled flirtatiously. Then, she shooed him with her hands. “Go on, you better get home before the roads get bad.”
    Darren waved. “I'll see you Thursday afternoon, Ms. Forester. I sure hope we can work out some favorable terms...”
    He was stepping into his car now and Anna laughed as she went inside, shaking her head. Alex held his breath, but Darren didn't look around. He just started up and carefully pulled out onto the street.
    After shutting off the camera and microphone, Alex cracked his knuckles.
    It was a good thing they were cross-country skiing, not downhill. Alex could do cross-country. He'd break his neck trying to follow them downhill.
    God, this job was made for him. Alex let his ego swell warmly in his chest. He waited a few minutes, then started up the car to drive towards Thomas's house. Snowflakes fell thickly on his windshield, but snow or no snow, he had an appointment to keep.

Chapter 7
Thomas
    Thomas wasn't even twenty-two years old yet. Ten o'clock ought to have been early to him, he knew. But he'd never been the type to go out clubbing until all hours. Neither did he like to wake up early. He usually went to bed around ten and and read for a few hours before falling asleep.
    Still being up and dressed at ten, pacing around the living room and tidying up, was downright weird. Knowing he was waiting for Alex, who could blow through right now or three AM, was even worse.
    From nine onwards, every time he heard a purring engine on the street, Thomas peeked through the blinds. He knew it was too early since Alex said he'd be up late, but he couldn't help himself.
    It was a surprise when he pushed aside the blind and a familiar dark car was parked at the bottom of his driveway. The driver's side car door opened.
    Oh, Jesus. Here he comes.
    Thomas refused to wait by the door. He sat on the couch, aware of his hands in his lap his heart pounding in his chest. He felt Alex's approach up the walkway to his porch and his door...
    For a moment, it felt like Thomas was being stalked by a predator he'd invited home. It didn't scare him – it thrilled him.
    The doorbell rang and the moment of tension was gone. He stood up, briskly heading for the door and opening it.
    Sure enough, Alex leaned on his doorframe, all muscles and confident smile. His hair was messy and stuck up on the back, his thumb in his jacket pocket.
    Christ, he was so fucking hot.
    Thomas pushed open the screen door until Alex moved, then stepped inside to let him in. “Hello.”
    “Hey there,” Alex answered. Thomas almost wished he'd wipe that arrogant little smirk off his face, but it looked too damn hot. “I got off early.”
    “I trust that doesn't happen often.”
    Alex paused, his smirk growing into a grin as they both registered the innuendo of the moment. Thomas's cheeks heated up, but he refused to take back the words. “No. Not often.”
    “Come on in.”
    Alex left his jacket and shoes in the foyer and Thomas led him into the house. “Want a drink of water or anything?”
    “No thanks. I'm good.”
    They moved together for the couch. For a moment, as Alex and Thomas sank down together and turned towards each other, it felt like old days. It was like they were about to grab Playstation controllers or a DVD to watch together...
    Thomas swallowed hard and caught Alex's gaze. “I'm still angry at you for taking the job for Cam knowing he was my brother. And about what happened when we broke up,” he told him plainly. “But I haven't been able to get you out of my head. Seeing you at the bank... God, it felt like no time passed since August.”
    “When you threw me out?” Alex quipped, his lips drawing up from a serious listening face to a teasing one instead. “I knew you shouldn't have. I knew we still had chemistry.”
    Thomas glared at Alex. He couldn't deny it: having Alex sitting so close their knees bumped made a jolt of pleasure run through him. The electric chills reminded him of everything