"I wouldn't dream of neglecting Warren," Jack agreed shamelessly. He, too, had eyes, and something much like this scenario had played out in more than a few of his late-night fantasies.

He rose slightly on the balls of his feet and pressed his slightly damp lips against Warren's, one hand going to the back of his head while the other lightly grazed his hip.

After the display he'd put on with Karla, he owed Warren every bit of his best effort, and he'd give as much as Warren would take.