“He’s a clean guy.”
“You don’t know that… so condoms now with your girlfriend too until you know for sure you’re clean.”
“I never fucked her with a condom.”
“So what protection are you using?”
“She’s on the pill.” Spencer looked out the window as they parked again.
Duncan turned back to him. “Listen, damnit. Maybe she is… but if you fuck around, you need to protect her, if you care… because the nasties, they will infect her too.”
“Sure…” He was lost again, almost defeated, holding that tube of cream.
Fuck.Duncan got out and went to buy the tests, buying a bunch of condoms too, keeping a straight face at the clerk’s face when he knew he hadn’t had sex in weeks…Shit.
Driving back to the house, silent, Spencer sleeping, or so it seemed, his legs curled up on the seat. He had put that cream somewhere in his large pocket and the condoms too.
The others were already awake when they got back, eating breakfast, and Duncan held back from just smacking Brad around who had started joking and winking at Spencer.
“Early morning shopping run, Spencey? I hope your ass is not too sore.”
Mia stood straight away to lace her arms around Spencer’s neck but he pushed her away. “I need a minute…”
“Sure, baby…”
She pouted a bit but let him go, and Spencer disappeared in the house. Duncan followed him, to avoid chatting and waited in the kitchen until he showered.
Coming back out, his hair wet, and his face so drawn, Duncan’s heart lurched. It didn’t last long, just until Spencer walked to the bar and took out a bottle of whiskey. He poured a large glass, and grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge. Filling the glass up, he drank straight away, deep.
His eyes went to Duncan, mocking. “No comments on how I drink too early?”
“You’re not destroying my body.” He had crossed his arms, leaning against the counter.
Spencer waved the glass at him, standing close. “This is not destroying anything.”
“Keep lying to yourself and maybe miracles will happen.”
Spencer grazed a large scar on his arm, meeting his eyes. “Somebody tried to destroy this body though…”
Duncan swallowed, that graze sending shivers down his skin. “Comes with the job.”
“But not this job… Lieutenant Lambert.” Drinking a sip, his eyes lighting up with a wicked light as he saw the blood drain from Duncan’s face. Jolting when Duncan grabbed his arm, hard.
“How do you know this?”
Spencer squirmed and pulled his arm out, taking a step back. “Know what?”
“My rank… that…” He shut up, hoping Spencer didn’t know anything else.
Those dark eyes filled with that hateful gleam Duncan knew too well.
Spencer had laced an arm around his torso, the other hand holding his glass. Mocking. “How do I know…? Money can buy you a lot of things… and so do connections. You got your scar during combat… or… during that time when you were held prisoner? Discharged right after you got rescued. After you healed.” Stepping closer, he looked up at that silent man. “Healed from what?”
Duncan breathed softly. “Oh, so your money didn’t buy you all the information you wanted?” He pushed his finger against Spencer’s chest. “That’s none of your business.”
“Are you sure? I’d hate to have a bodyguard who’s a whacko.”
Duncan had to hold back not to shove him into the wall. “I’m not a ‘whacko’, as you so nicely put it.”
