Then, without hesitation, he closed the distance and sealed a kiss—deep, unyielding, and mercilessly intimate.
Clyde's eyes, shut for a fleeting heartbeat, burst open mid-kiss—glinting like steel under lightning as they locked onto Leo's face. It wasn't a glance; a challenge thrown across enemy lines, daring the other man to take the first shot.
The fight in Ryley's limbs drained away. His fingers loosened around the evidence bag until it slipped from his grasp, falling to the marble floor with a soft, accusing thud. His knees buckled, his vision spun, and the dizziness became a tidal wave swallowing his consciousness.
Clyde caught him effortlessly, sweeping him into his arms as if Ryley weighed nothing. The warmth in his expression vanished instantly when his gaze fell to the bag lying at his feet. His boot nudged it slightly, the clear plastic crinkling—revealing the letter inside.
