Manchester Ménage 01 - Saving Samuel Read Free

nodded. “He’s still young. If anyone’s looking for him, it won’t be too difficult to find. Social Services should be called, if and when we get further info on him. But you’re right, he’s unique enough to be spotted just by looks. Get someone down here to take pictures. I’ll get some on the mobile and see what they can do with them in the meantime.” He took another look at the slender figure and the messy hair running down his shoulders. “Pretty, isn’t he?”
    “Prettier if he was a girl.” Dalton chuckled, but shoved Milo softly. “Well, to me anyway.”
    Milo rolled his eyes. Being mixed race, black and Indian, and being gay, well… At least he got noticed. “Not my type.”
    Dalton leaned on the wall, adjusting his bright yellow high visibility jacket over his stomach. “Nope, but I can see your type walking up the hall behind you right now.”
    “What?” Milo turned around, catching sight of Daniel walking towards them. Their eyes met for the first time in three weeks and Daniel paused, feet planted firmly on the polished floor and mouth partly open. “Danny? What are you…” Milo glanced at the door and frowned as he looked back into Daniel’s bright green eyes. “You saved this one, right? That’s why you’re here?” Danny was a bugger for strays and too soft for his own good. “Daniel…” Milo pulled his fingers through his dark, collar length hair and sighed. “Give us a second, Dalton.”
    “Sure.” Dalton nodded towards Daniel then took off in the direction of the coffee machine.
    Milo slipped his heavy arm around Daniel’s waist and pulled him closer, smelling the aftershave and soap on his skin, the smoke still clinging to his hair. “You slipped off pretty quickly, I can tell. You rushed your shower. Are you that eager to see, Sleeping Beauty?”
    “What are you doing here? I thought you were in India with your mum visiting the family.”
    “I was.” Milo stopped them in a smaller corridor away from prying eyes and leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “I just got back yesterday.”
    “Huh.” Daniel copied his stance, leaning on the wall opposite him and hugging himself.
    They hadn’t spoken since Milo left for India three weeks ago. They’d argued and Milo had taken two weeks to calm down and get his head right again. Daniel played with his mind and he hated it.
    Daniel played with his shirt cuffs, not looking at him. “I thought you’d call at least once when you’d pulled your head out of your arse and calmed down.”
    Milo tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling, praying for patience. “I tried. It went to voicemail… four times.” Milo ground his teeth together. He hated being ignored. But then, he’d ignored Danny for over two weeks, so it was obviously going to happen. It was a game they played, a game Milo was beginning to tire of. Six years of messing around with each other and they still acted like school kids.
    “Yeah, shit when that happens, isn’t it?” Daniel tilted his head to the side, green eyes blazing angrily at Milo and his sexy lips firmly snapped shut.
    Every time Milo saw Daniel, he felt the same pull he experienced the first time they laid their eyes on each other. Daniel was nineteen when they met, young and new to the fire service. He was living in the fire station quarters because his prick of a dad chucked him out when his family found out he was gay. They’d been attracted to each other from the moment they saw each other, but Milo held off for a few months, not knowing if Daniel was someone who he should mess around with like the many others he’d fucked. Daniel was different. Daniel was the one who kept Milo interested when others bored him within a night.
    “I’ve missed you.” Daniel closed his almond shaped eyes, breathing deeply. “I can’t do this anymore, Milo. It’s too hard. In six years we’ve never been able to make this work. I’m exhausted from your games. I’m