Harrison was pacing the floor of the penthouse when the elevator doors slid open. His right shoulder was freshly bandaged, but his shirt was still off, exposing the thick muscles of his chest and the dark bruising from the car crash. The moment he saw Julius walk out, the tight line of his jaw eased just a fraction. He closed the distance between them in three long strides, his hands coming up to cup Julius's face.
"Are you alright?" Harrison asked, his voice low and gravelly. "Your mother? What happened at the estate?"
Julius didn't pull away this time. He let Harrison hold him, leaning into the warmth of the man's palms. The anger that had been simmering between them all morning was completely gone, replaced by a cold, quiet stillness.
