"I think I'm going to call him Wood Chip," I said once he was out of range. "Because he has one on his shoulder."
Leif laughed. "A big one."
"Sounds accurate," I agreed. It took up the whole span of his shoulders from one blade to the other.
Blade wasn't a good word to use when I was thinking about Woody.
"He's always been a moody bastard," Forrest said.
"That's why he fits in so well with you," Leif teased, nudging the other man with his elbow.
Forrest grunted something but didn't disagree. He certainly wasn't as grumpy as Woody.
What words would I use to describe him? Attractive, hot, dominant. Those were obvious from his wording; giving his permission for Leif and me to see each other.
Should I have have found that uncomfortable or inappropriate?
If Wolfgang said it, I would have hated him a little more, if that was possible. That yardstick was pretty high.
Coming from Forrest, though? I liked it. He wasn't pretending to be someone he wasn't. Not hiding that side of himself. He was a powerful man, it shouldn't surprise me he'd flex his muscle, figuratively speaking.
Yes, he was older than me, and he was aware of the effect he had on me. I'd seen the way his eyes lingered. The way the front of his jeans tented when he looked at me intently. He wasn't hiding the fact he wanted me.
Should that have made me nervous? I don't know but it didn't. It was nice to feel wanted. Desirable. It was a vast improvement on being treated like I wasn't worthy of being on the bottom of someone's shoe.
"In case you hadn't figured it out," Leif whispered loudly, "I'm the funny one in the crew."
Forrest gave him a look which I couldn't interpret, something suggested he was toeing a line I couldn't see.
"I can tell," I said. "You seem… I don't know."
"He's the ridiculous one," Forrest said.
"I feel like I should be offended by that." Leif tilted his head to the side, looking thoughtful. "I think he was trying to offend me, don't you, Sable?"
He tried to look serious but a smile crept onto his mouth.
"I think he might have," I agreed. "But there's nothing wrong with being ridiculous. Look at me. I'm wearing a hat with a rabbit on it." I pointed up at it.
"And you look adorable doing so," Leif said. "Where did you get it? I want to get one for myself. Can you picture me in a pink beanie?" He pretended to fluff the back of his brown hair.
I regarded him for a moment before pulling the hat off my head and placing it onto his.
"It's so me," he said. He stopped to glance in the reflective surface of a picture on the wall.
Forrest rolled his eyes at both of us.
"He's jealous he doesn't have a pink beanie," Leif said, taking it off and handing it back to me.
"I'm sure he could find one if he wanted to," I said, dropping the hat into my bag. "Maybe a bright pink one with a unicorn on it."
"Yes, that would be perfect." Leif's grin widened, eyes full of humor.
Forrest shrugged, not rising to the bait. "As long as it keeps my head warm."
I couldn't stop my gaze from dropping to his groin, roughly in the direction of hisotherhead.
"That one too," Forrest said, clearly noticing the glance.
