"Probably, little escapes his attention," he fingered the new ring that was on his finger while he looked at the dog's deep brown amorous gaze as she returned with the tennis ball and looked up to Hermes. Fingering the ring again, he was unused to wearing any kind of jewelry, Russell wished that it was night again and that Carrick was awake. He wanted nothing more than to be with him.
"I could use a drink," he said, wandering bare foot toward the sitting room. "Keep me company?" In so many ways Russell was Carrick's opposite and yet they fit together so well.