Chapter 111

“Flavored lube?” Dammit, that had come out in a squeak. His blush had just faded, and he refused to let it come back.

“Mmm. Personally, I prefer mint or cinnamon, but the pharmacy seems to be out of those.”

Mint? Cinnamon? The sampler contained kiwi, passionfruit, cherry, and strawberry. He cleared his throat. “Okay.”

“Is it really?” Josh looked tired. “If it’s too much, we don’t have to—”

“No, it’s fine. I… I like cherry.” Mopp gazed up into Josh’s blue eyes, and in spite of his embarrassment, he couldn’t help smiling. As he held on to Josh’s arm, he remembered something JT had said about never saying no to Mr. Jackson. Mopp had no intention of letting Josh think he’d ever say no to him.

“We’ll go as slow as you want,” Josh said, and as much as Mopp wanted to dance up the aisle—he’d really talked Josh into doing this!—he didn’t. Josh touched his cheek, then glanced behind him. “We’d better discuss this in the truck.”