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Cato pushed himself to his feet and walked over to Vigge. “So no more walking away from each other without sorting stuff out. Right? Because you know what I need more than anything? A friend I can trust. Things in my life are fucked up.I’mfucked up and I’m scared.”
Vigge wrapped his arms around him. Cato clung to him so hard that Vigge’s heart felt as if it were trying to get out of his chest and climb into Cato’s to give it a hug.
“Stay the night,” Cato whispered.
Vigge pressed his face into Cato’s hair. “I’ll have to leave early in the morning. I’m working tomorrow.”
“On Sunday?”
“You made that discovery. I need to act on it.”
“So it’s my fault we can’t spend tomorrow in bed?”
Vigge smiled. “Yes.”
Chapter Twelve
Cato clung to Vigge. He was still a little overwhelmed that Vigge had driven here, that they’d got over what had happened. But as Vigge’s fingers moved close to discovering Cato was wearing something unusual under his T-shirt, Cato shifted out of his embrace.
“How brave are you feeling?” he asked.
“Depends on what you have in mind. Not Morris dancing brave. Not tonight anyway.”
Cato went over to his chest of drawers, pulled open the bottom drawer, snagged one of his T-shirts and tossed it at Vigge.
Vigge snatched it out of the air and gave him a puzzled look. “Why do I need to get changed?”
“We’re going out. Put it on.”
Vigge held up the T-shirt and read the slogan plastered across the front.My sole purpose is to serve as a warning to others.He chuckled. “I have to wear this?”
“Yes.”
“It looks a bit small.” Vigge struggled into the T-shirt, which clung like a second skin.
Cato groaned and swallowed hard. “You look too sexy in that.”
“How can I betoosexy?”
You’ll find out.Cato smiled. “Put your coat on.”
As Vigge turned to get it, Cato slipped something from the bottom drawer into his coat pocket.
“What was that?” Vigge asked.
“Wait and see, Mr I-need-to-know-everything. Who’d want to go on a date with a bloody policeman? There are never any surprises. Got a hat? It’s cold and we’re walking.”
Vigge pulled a grey beanie from his pocket.
“Leave your car keys and your phone.” Cato put his phone on his desk.
Vigge dropped his keys and phone beside it. “I take it I’ll need my wallet.”
“No. I’m leaving mine as well. I have enough money in my pocket.”
“I’ll take some cash too. What about my warrant card?”
“Does it fit in your pocket?”
