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twice as big.
    Words. Words would be really good about now. “Breakfast?”
    Joe nearly groaned. He was a goddamn former police detective, about to start a new job—a respected Dom for fuck’s sake—and he couldn’t manage anything more intelligent than breakfast?
    He sat up. Adam caught him by his arm. “Sir?”
    Joe carefully placed Adam’s hand back on the bed and looked him straight in the eye. “It’s Joe here Adam, just Joe.” Adam bit his lip, making Joe feel like he was like kicking a puppy. “We—”
    “I’m not Lee and you’re not Callum.” Adam nodded and stood up. “I know. Mind if I take a shower before I go?”
    Joe sighed. “Yeah, and I’m making breakfast,” he added sternly as if daring Adam to argue. Adam shut the bathroom door behind him. Joe didn’t blame him that he’d shut it a little harder than he had to.
    He walked into his new kitchen that he hadn’t touched except for the coffee maker. He knew he had food in here, he’d started a weekly service that shopped for him. He pulled open another empty drawer, tried the fridge. Possibilities. Eggs, bacon. Joe grinned as he saw the chopped salad with avocado. Adam’s favorite food. The way the kid raved on about it, you’d think it was some life elixir or some shit. Well, Adam would be okay for a few days.
    Joe straightened from the fridge and stilled. For a few days. He’d just realized what he’d told himself. Adam had nowhere to go. Well, no, that probably wasn’t true. He would have friends, family. He came home with Joe last night because of the convenience.
    Where the hell was Joe’s frying pan? He had to have one in here somewhere?
    “Can I help?”
    Shit. Even though he knew he was here, the softly-spoken question had taken him so much by surprise he’d straightened up before he’d got his head out the cupboard, smacking it hard.
    Immediate concern creased Adam’s face. “Joe, sit.” Adam pulled a chair out firmly and steered him to it, all the time Joe was hanging onto the top part of his head that the cupboard had just tried to take off for him. Adam pushed Joe down and prodded his scalp with gentle fingers to see if there was a lump. Or in fact if he needed brain surgery, as clearly, Adam was doing such a thorough job.
    “Mmff...” Okay, so that word hadn’t really come out as Joe intended, but there was no way his vocal chords were going to fire on all cylinders while those fingers were massaging his scalp.
    Joe let his head hang slightly, and Adam stood nearer. Oh God, that was good. He swore Adam was kneading his scalp at this point. If Adam had told him he was in fact a brain surgeon, Joe would have happily passed him the scalpel.
    The doorbell echoed in the apartment. Adam’s fingers stopped and withdrew. Joe could have cried. He sat up properly. “I’ll go see who it is.”
    It was the delivery guys. Joe let them into the apartment. “Where do you want it, boss?” they asked.
    Joe looked at his new black leather sofa, complete with little sections as tables and holders for his beer bottle when the game was on. Funny, it hadn’t looked that big in the store. He gaped. He wasn’t entirely sure it was going to fit into his apartment.
    Adam stepped forward. Within seconds, he’d directed the delivery men to exactly where it looked best. To be honest, there wasn’t many ways it would fit, and Joe would have just got them to dump it on the nearest wall. Adam, however, even set them to work moving Joe’s television from where he already had it, as apparently that was also in the wrong place.
    The doorbell rang again. Joe looked heavenward. He hadn’t had a shower and was still in his shorts. Adam let Dobbs and Rodriguez in. The delivery men were just reconnecting the TV cables. Adam stepped into the kitchen and magically managed to find everything for coffee.
    Joe shrugged. He might as well get dressed, since the cops wouldn’t say anything while the delivery men were here. He headed for the