“I mean, who looks like that?” Alexei scoffs. “I can see his abs through his shirt. Why isn’t he wearing a protective apron?” “I’m glad he isn’t,” I mutter, but Alexei hears it and gives me another smack. “What?! You’re gawking, too.” “Not on purpose. He’s just all… there. Manly and… there.” He swallows. “God, Gage. Get your shit together.”
