Feeling like a horde of elephants had trampled him flat, but he walked to the kitchen to fuel up. Sleep would not be an option, he knew.Shit.A tiny relief there that he had brought Spencer home safe and that he had lived through the night.The fuck do I care? The fuck…
Chapter 4
The call came late in the afternoon, during a hazy nap sprawled on his bed. He was up though in seconds, answering.
“Get the car.” Click.
Fuck. Duncan rubbed at his eyes, but got on his feet, pulling his holster and jacket on. Thankfully, he could tie his tie whilst walking, so he hurried to the garage. The sun already drowned in its orange blood.How long did this fuck sleep?
Pulling up in front of the mansion, he didn’t even have time to get out, Spencer had already opened the door and slid in. He was dressed in red silk with flowery patterns in blue, and giant sunglasses, clutching his phone.
He buckled in, and gestured at Duncan. “Margot Nail Salon. Sunset boulevard. Not that shitty one.”
Duncan found it amongst the favorites, quietly blessing the previous guard for saving the essentials.
“Then… we’re going to a rehearsal because I have a show tomorrow…”
Can you walk straight?“Alright.” Duncan glanced at him, but Spencer didn’t ask for the divider to be up, so he set off, thankful a bit that he had stuff to do.
Lost a bit in that smooth driving, he jolted at Spencer’s voice. “What color should I get?”
Their eyes met in the mirror.
Spencer smirked. “My nails, dum-dum.”
“How would I know?”
“Not putting on nail polish?”
“No.”
“I wouldn’t have thought…” Flicking his phone screen. “Maybe black… black goes with everything. Should I get long nails? Pointy ones… maybe…”
He had pulled his sunglasses off, his eyes glinting, rimmed red.High, maybe.Duncan couldn’t tell.
“Up to you.”
“You’re very useful… Not.” Bored a bit, he tossed his phone on the seat.
“I have a shitty sense of fashion, right? So what did you expect?”
Spencer’s lips curled up. “Oh, I see… you sure don’t forget. That type, huh? Holding a grudge until you burst.”
Duncan’s voice froze in his mouth because maybe that little shit was right.Fuck.
“Thought so. Never mind, you are right. Park here, at the WIP spot. That’s me anyway.”
Duncan rolled his eyes softly, but parked the car.
This time Spencer waited until he opened the door for him. Offering his hand.
“Help me out. I feel a bit weak.”
Duncan took that limp hand and pulled him up, catching him when Spencer lost his balance. Meeting those eyes framed by his long lashes, that faint smell of alcohol on his breath laced with weed.
“Thanks…” He pushed himself away, even if that warm body had sent something down his spine. “I’ll manage from here.” Wobbling, unsteady, but he walked to that large glass door.
Duncan opened it for him, scanning the salon. There were two technicians in there and only one other guest.
