“Bye ladies, behave yourselves,” Benny calls after us as I will myself not to turn back and look. But I do it anyway. In the middle of the sidewalk in the warm Phoenix sun, hands planted on his hips, bare chest glistening in all its sweaty, muscled glory, he stands there staring at my ass. I don’t know whether to be pissed off, flattered, or turned on. I think I might be all three. And also in trouble.
