Larkin strode across the room, the tap, tap, tap of his derbies causing Doyle to turn. But before Doyle could speak, could ask how the call went, Larkin grabbed his tie, gave it a yank, and Doyle willingly moved forward with the action. With the distance closed, Larkin wrapped his arms around Doyle’s neck, hugging him hard. Doyle returned the embrace tenfold. “I love you,” Larkin murmured, pulling back after a moment. “I didn’t tell you that today.”
