Max Schett’s place? Gay sex Troy’s thighs were powerful and functional, but Harry’s quads were so massively developed they forced his stance naturally wide, the separate heads of muscle visible through whatever fabric he chose to cover them with. “We’ve had a complaint about public indecency.”Max’s lips twitched—just slightly—but he said nothing. He wasn’t about to waste any more time thinking about Harry Schett. Even Harry’s posture annoyed Troy—the casual confidence, the complete comfort in his own skin, the way he displayed his physique without seeming to try.Troy noticed him now, across the gym, doing some ridiculous single-arm shoulder press. The guy was a decent salesman, built like a tank, and ridiculously good-looking in that same unnatural way as his son, but didn’t seem the type to get involved in anything shady.He pressed the radio to his mouth. make sure you don’t give people a reason to complain again.”Ethan grinned as Troy turned and walked out.”Will do, officer.”Troy’s footsteps were heavy as he walked down the street, his mind still buzzing with frustration.He wasn’t offended by what he had just seen—hell, he wasn’t some prudish old man clutching his pearls—but there was something about the whole exchange that rubbed him the wrong way.Max hadn’t said a single word.Not one.Troy had dealt with Max
