Chapter 83

It took several more beers and a dizzy sense of euphoria to erase the sting of watching couples grind against one another on the dance floor.

And just as he was thinking how this was about the straightest place on earth he could have come to, he noticed him, sitting alone at the bar. He was tall and stocky, with a shock of wheat-colored hair that stuck up on top but was shaved close at the sides. Like everyone else, he wore tight jeans, and his plaid flannel shirt was open to reveal lean, smooth brown muscles. Hunter wondered what it would feel like to run his fingers across that silky chest.

He realized the guy looked a lot like Michael Burt. Not exactly, of course, but in the same league.

He cast his gaze away when he noticed the man staring at him quizzically. His face, once again, felt hot.

“Hi.”