Leo cleared his throat, “I didn’t see anything. Are you done?”

Alfred's deep, turbulent gaze held more storm than the night itself. When he finally looked at Leo, his eyes were clear, as if a veil had been lifted.

The autumn sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on Alfred's face. His lips were pressed into a straight line, glistening with a hint of moisture that stirred unbidden thoughts.

Leo walked in with a ...