Chance shook his head. It didn't explain a thing. What pushed Dorian to work so hard? Isaac just couldn't comprehend it. Couldn't wrap his mind around it, but he wanted to try and understand. Dorian was just so different. He didn't treat him like anyone else did either, didn't try to get into the great heir's good graces, didn't even ask for money when he had every right to. What went on in the deaf man's head?

And then he had the list in his hand and was staring at Dorian acting recklessly like a monkey, hanging head first over the last piece of equipment Chance thought anyone should be playing acrobat over. He held his breath, and slid a hand to his phone. If something happened ...

But no, it didn't and Dorian had returned. Chance stared at him accusingly. "Don't go and get yourself killed. Idiot."