“That root section? No uniform?”I looked him up and down, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him blush.“I mean… You survived the canyon in those. Gay sex Barely.”He shot me a crooked look but didn’t argue. It suited him in a way he probably wouldn’t admit. “Too spicy, Charlie?”I laughed once, swallowed. I tried not to feel jealous about who it might be.I stepped back before I got caught lingering. For all of it. That’s what deliveries are for.”I shook my head, half-laughing. Drew wasn’t hovering. The TV was playing something now, muted opening credits for Moana 2, which had started as we fumbled for the remote, then I looked back at him.“So, uh,” I said. No training? No training? My pulse jumped as he reached for the hem of the golf polo I was still wearing. En suite. “Pull into the alley. My dad said she printed it for all her clients that Christmas. It could’ve been a friend from school, or maybe just a memory he didn’t talk about.
