“Are you leaving?” The forced nonchalance in Stavros’ voice didn’t suit him. Daniel paused in the process of pulling on his pants. “Still in a hurry for me to go?” He lifted an eyebrow, and Stavros turned away from him, quickly stepping back into his pants. “Just a question.” But it wasn’t. Daniel put back on only his underwear. “Unless you’re kicking me out,” he said softly. “I’m not leaving.”
