"So, are we going to talk about it?" Hans asked as he and Royce climbed in the back of their hired SUV.

Royce leaned back, resting his head on the headrest as he stared straight ahead. "Talk about what?" Hans had the most amazing way of making him feel like he was a ten-year-old boy and not a man of thirty-three.

"About the fact that you basically told your grad student you want to fuck her brains out. Are you fraternizing with students now?"

"No. There's a fuck ...