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“I’m glad I came this morning.” And I can’t bring myself to respond to that with anything other than the truth. “Yeah, me too.” Ford’s smile turns wicked. “I didn’t realize you cared that much about my sex life.” Of course. “Should have known that’s what you meant.” “Uh-huh. And now I can check out your ass every time you bend over without getting boned up.” My head falls back on a laugh. “Still straight, Ford.” “Still gay, Orson.”
“How does he make you feel?” Thinking of Orson, picturing his face and the way my cheeks hurt whenever we’re together, makes my entire body prickle with awareness. “Alive.”
My competency kink is in full overdrive that my florist slash stripper can talk cars with Taylor and hold his own.
“You really inviting me to touch you?” “Do you want to?” I sneer. “That’s like asking a thirsty man if he wants water.”
He’s their quiet, and I’m their chaos. My grin widens as I think of us like that. Two parts working together.
But now I have another piece to fit into my life, and he’s jumped in like I’ve always been waiting for him. Like the space was open and ready for him to walk into. Nothing could compete with my love of cars. But I get the feeling Orson wouldn’t try to. And as I watch him laughing with one of the littlies, I also know … well, he wouldn’t have to.
