"I'll be there. When the shift is over, which ought to end with you." They were shaded by a big old tree, the lamp out up the way, and Mark took a chance on taking a kiss, needing to feel Rooster alive and well. Then he stubbed out his smoke and nodded toward the shop. "I need to get back to work. Come let the EMTs look at you."
"I. Yeah. Yeah, okay, man. Glad it was you, huh?"
"Me too. Breathe, yeah? It'll be done soon. You want me to call a locksmith for your back gate and door?" Business. He had to get the job done.
"No. No, I'll chain it up good tonight and have one of the other guys come down and watch for me."
"You sure?" His hand wanted to stay where it was, but he straightened up, moving back. "I can check it one more time before I come over."
"I'm sure. Go and work, detective. I'll be waiting. After."
Mark nodded, his hands slipping into his pockets so he'd resist any more touching. "You fucking know it, man. You fucking know it."