Show Your Colors

If it was possible for Jamie to run through the streets of Chicago to get home quicker, he would have given anything for it. Though a tall man with closely shaven dark hair, broad shoulders, and a face like thunder would surely attract the wrong kind of attention so he resisted the urge, working out how many minutes it would be before he’d be home. The city was too loud, the traffic too angry, and everything around him adding to his already-foul mood. And tomorrow wouldn’t be any easier. Jamie c...