Rory's smile at Peter's umming and ahhing had far more than a touch of the predatory about it. Yes. This was what they both wanted. He could feel Peter's desire, even through a phone connection. The Irishman's body thrummed with his own hunger as he continued.

"An hour should be fine." It would give him plenty of time to say his farewells and get home. "My place? If that works for you, of course. And I'd be happy to pick up something for dinner if you're hungry." For food, that is.