Leo chewed on that information as Morgan and Peter chatted away like old pals.
“I will. Tell her I have some extra flash cards I can give her for the boys, as well as counting tables. I get them new every year, so the ones I want to give her are almost in perfect condition.”
“Cool, cool. Leo, my man. See you soon.”
He grunted and stuck his helmet on his head. “Yeah, sure.”
All the way home, he was aware of Morgan’s arms around his waist and the weight of his body snug against him. The afternoon was a distant memory, and Leo hungered for more. He parked by the rear entrance, alarmed the motorcycle, then opened the door.
“Ah, I never knew there was an entrance here.”
“It’s not for the tenants. I use it to bring out the ladders and other equipment I need to service the building.” Morgan waited for him as he slid the key in and turned the lock. He used the close quarters to brace his arms on either side of Morgan, trapping him in place. “Now I’d like to perform a more important personal service. What do you say?”
Morgan met his lips. “I say bring all your equipment. You never know what you’re going to need.”
