“Dancing?”
“You think I have a kickass physique?”
Ethan motioned as if to say ‘you first’. “As if you don’t know your body is fucking amazing. You could be on the cover ofMen’s Fitness.”
“Why, thank you, kind sir. I’m genetically gifted. And while I haven’t seen much of you yet, you’re easy on the eyes yourself there, professor. As for dancing, I have a background in dance. I did some musical theater, so there’s that, too.”
“Wow, star jock and dancing queen. Who’d have guessed?”
“Who are you calling a queen?” Ethan joked as he flexed one of his biceps in his direction.
“Eat your pizza,” Blayne said.
“I see what you’re doing. You’re just trying to fatten me up,” Ethan joked.
“Yep. Now eat.” Blayne reached for a plate, a couple of breadsticks and the marinara dipping sauce. “I got you your own dipping sauce. Us Texans have a thing against double-dipping anything. It started with chips and salsa but works equally well with any foods you can dip.”
“What if you’re eating with your boyfriend?” Ethan asked.
“I can kiss you, rim you and swallow your cum, but don’t youdaredouble dip a chip in my salsa. That’s nasty,” Blayne said with a huge grin.
“You Texans are weird,” Ethan said, his face contorting into an exaggerated look.
“Sure thing, swamp boy—eat your pizza.”
Ethan laughed and grabbed a plate, a couple of breadsticks and a couple of slices. “My dietitian, if I had one, would not find this meal healthy at all. It’s carbs, carbs and more carbs.”
“There’s cheese and meat. That’s protein,” Blayne added.
“Hmm…protein,” Ethan said seductively before taking a bite of his pizza.
“Kinky. Should I leave you two alone?”
Ethan was still chewing, so he let out a guttural moan that sounded like half orgasm and half choking goose. Blayne busted out laughing. He was glad he had nothing in his mouth, or he’d have spit across the room. When he finally got it under control, he looked at Ethan and asked, “What the hell was that? An impression of two prairie dogs fucking a moose?”
Ethan scrunched up his face and looked at Blayne, and said, “Two prairie dogs fucking a moose?”
“It was the first thing that popped into my head. I originally thought about saying ‘a goose having an orgasm,’ but thought I’d rein myself in a bit,” he said sheepishly.
“Well, you definitely have a colorful imagination.”
The buzzing sound on the table distracted Blayne for a second. He flipped it over and saw ‘Reich’ on the screen. “Give me a second. I need to take this. She never calls me at home.” Blayne hit the call button and raised it to his ear, “Dr. Reich?”
“Blayne, I wanted to let you and Kira know, but I don’t have her cell number.” The woman on the other end sounded strange. Blayne knew Dr. Reich to be a confident and brilliant person, so this disoriented woman sounded off.
“Dr. Reich, what’s wrong?” Blayne asked, lowering his voice to calm her.
“It’s Jamie,” she spat out quickly between what sounded like tears. “He’s been attacked. They took him into surgery.”
Blayne felt the blood drain from his face. He looked across the table at Ethan, whose face turned solemn. “Pennington?” Blayne asked.
“Yes, the university hospital.”
“Are you in the ED?”
“Yes,” still sounding confused.
“I’m on my way. And I’ll call Kira and let her know.”
