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you're not a queer-hating cop, either. So you're pretty much my safest bet for a ride, you know?"
    Stephen glanced over at Zach, reaching out to bat his hand away from the touch screen. "Don't touch that." It was a sad reality that worrying about "queer-hating cops" was a legitimate concern. He sighed and started the car. "Buckle up.
    What's the address?"
    Zach rattled it off. Stephen keyed it into the GPS and pulled away from the curb. The street, which just ten minutes earlier had teemed with crowds of patrons spilling out as 9
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    clubs closed for the night, was already nearly deserted. He decided immediately that he was glad the young man had insisted on a ride. It wasn't the best place to be alone at one in the morning once everything shut down. The area went from a sparkle-doused party to a somewhat seedy ghost town after hours.
    "I feel like I should check your ID. Are you even legal to be in those clubs?"
    Zach turned wide eyes on him, then laughed, the sound adorably amused. "I think I love you. Nope, I know I do!" He laughed again and propped one foot on the dashboard.
    Stephen's mouth went a little dry as Zach slowly unzipped his knee-high boot. He was about to ask what Zach thought he was doing, when the other man produced a driver's license from inside the boot—good thinking considering his outfit consisted of approximately half a yard of shredded fishnet and less than that of shiny, skin-tight pleather—and held it out.
    Stephen took it, gaze flicking to watch as Zach re-zipped his boot, before glancing at the card. "Twenty-six?" He gave his passenger an incredulous look. "Is this real?"
    Zach lifted one perfectly plucked brow. "Can't you tell?"
    Of course he could. He handed the license back, but not before he'd scanned the rest of the information. Zachary, middle initial L, West. Age twenty-six, birthday June 4, 1984.
    Five-feet four-inches tall, weight one-fifty-five. Organ donor.
    "What's the L stand for?"
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    "Lucas." Zach flashed him another of those impish grins.
    "Now you know all my details, what about you? Lemme see your license."
    Stephen laughed. "Are you serious? No."
    "Why not?" He turned in his seat and held out one slim-fingered hand. "Lemme see."
    "Um, no." Stephen gave him a sideways are-you-kidding-me? look.
    "Got something to hide, officer? Not an organ donor?" He waggled his fingers impatiently, looking expectant.
    For reasons beyond him, Stephen sighed and reached into his back pocket for his wallet, dropping it into Zach's hand. "I know exactly how much cash is in there, just so you know."
    Zach laughed softly, tsking under his breath as he settled back in his seat and flipped open the wallet. "So distrustful, OfficerEMiranda." Zach's smile was infectious. "As in Miranda rights?"
    Stephen cut him a quelling glance at the stifled giggle.
    "Yeah, because you're the first to make that joke."
    Zach ignored his testy tone, propping both feet up on the dash—which led to his already short shorts riding up to reveal even more of his slender legs—not that Stephen noticed—as he settled in to examine Stephen's wallet. "Thirty-eight years old, born November 28, 1972. Hey, this says you legally need glasses!"
    Stephen tapped just beside his eye. "Lasik. I need to get that changed, but just haven't had time." Why was he allowing a complete stranger to sit there peering at his private information, not to mention offering him more 11
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    unprompted? He had no idea. But he didn't snatch the wallet back.
    Zach hmm-ed under his breath, brushing one fingertip across the license before abandoning it in favor of the series of plastic sleeves for pictures. Only Stephen didn't have any pictures in them.
    Receipts, scraps of notes scribbled, a doctor's appointment card, but no photos. Zach turned curious brown eyes on him.
    "No kids? Wife? Nieces and nephews?"
    Stephen shook his head. "No. I'm an