Chapter 20
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All through the evening and the next couple of days while he drove back home, he tried not to think of Mark and failed miserably. When Kaos and Padraig had asked where he’d been, he gave them a vague enough answer that it made them understand that he didn’t want to talk about it.
He’d left them with a promise to be back soon, and maybe even relocate if things at work went awry. But Mark, he couldn’t talk to them about Mark.
Francis kept questioning himself. Why had his brain and his fucking heart latched on to the man? Francis knew when his heart made a connection, he hadn’t had one in years now, not to anyone, not until a certain closeted deputy.