Chapter 17

Plates were out and beers in place when Jeremy emerged from his shower. His flawless skin practically glowed, and Brendan buried his hot face in the refrigerator as he dug out the rest of the condiments.

“Everything’s ready whenever you are.”

“Oh, I’m…I’m ready.” Jeremy took a deep breath, and by the time Brendan straightened and turned around, he was taking tortillas out of the warmer. He didn’t speak as he piled the plate with food, and Brendan watched as he very carefully constructed each taco. His long fingers worked with a deft precision that was perfect for his profession. “Everything looks great.”