Chapter 4
“Not much to see,” Carr said.
“Not really. Davey and Mitch are handling their baby, Gwen, just fine. The community is taking a liking to the three. Plimpton’s making changes every day and thinking outside the box.”
“Good to know. Makes me proud to have grown up here.”
“Likewise.” Jesse made a left on Killford Birch Way and headed for his A-frame and whatever else the evening provided.
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Jesse watched Carr carry his heavy bag from the truck into the A-frame. Carr was just a few feet in front of him, crunching through the snow and over icy cobblestones adjacent to the asphalt drive. Nice ass in worn jeans, narrow hips, broad shoulders. A prize to win in the handsome department.
“Same room?” Carr asked over his right shoulder.
“Same room,” Jesse responded. He caught up with Carr, unlocked the A-frame’s front door. The two men stepped inside.