Ianto took a cab to bail out Owen. He was tired, cold and angry, far too tired, cold, and angry to drive the SUV. He’d reimburse the cab fare from the petty cash account tomorrow; right now, he just had to sort out Owen and then he could go home. Home to a warm bath and a soft bed. And Jack. Damn. Jack was still there. Maybe he’d decided to sleep
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