“It is, huh?” Super quiet without Coke’s phone ringing all the time.
“Mmmhmm. What you got planned for today?”
“I have hours of stuff planned.” He twirled, flipping the eggs and actually catching them.
Coke applauded, grinned. “Well, you just point me and shoot me and I’ll help.”
“Oh, I know you will. You owe me a massage.” He grinned. “Then there’s rub Coke the right way. Then there’s take Coke to the hot tub.”
“Oh? Hot tub. Massage. You got yourself a good to-do list.”Look at that smile.
“I thought so. I mean, it will be days before I have to actually do work.”
“Days, huh? What are we gonna do without a pool?”
“Well, we can always set up heat lamps in the living room.” He slid the eggs on plates and got the waffles out of the toaster. Homemade but frozen.
“Nah, we can enjoy snuggling. Body heat’s better than heat lamps.”
“Yep. We can be naked.” Together. Rubbing. Woo.
“Works for me.” His bottom got a playful little slap. Dillon’s breath stopped for a moment. That felt…tingly. Coke poured two glasses of juice, humming away.
Shaking it off, Dillon went to the table, setting out butter and syrup.
“I need to call Beau, check on Sammy today. Don’t let me forget.”
“I won’t, babe.” He would let Coke call from the house phone. That evil cell was going to stay tucked away. Dillon was checking it daily.
Coke smiled at him, perfectly relaxed, easy in his skin. “I saw you got some steaks in the freezer, a roast. Which one do you want for supper?”
“Uh.” Oh, Coke was a prince among men and an expert at cooking beef. “Roast?”
“Good deal. There’s taters and carrots and all.” Coke headed for the freezer and tugged out a huge chunk of meat, plopped it on the counter. Then his own personal bullfighter sat right next to him.
“Have some food now.” They grinned at each other and wolfed food down.
Coke started playing footsie about three-quarters of the way through, toes tickling his shins.
“That was on the to-do, too.”
“Hmm?” Those gray eyes smiled over at him.
“Flirting.”
“I don’t flirt.”
“No?” This was fun. “Do you announce intent?”
“I just…don’t resist touching you when I don’t have to.”
Dillon’s cheeks heated with the pleasure of it. “Good. No resisting.”
“No, sir. None at all, cowboy.” Those toes slid back up his leg.
“Mmm.” Wiggling, Dillon settled into his chair and spread his legs.
“You look happy.” Coke actually licked his lips.
