Chapter 13

“I run a tight ship,” Jim assured him “There won’t be even a scrap of dirt or a single scratch on your beloved Mercedes when Sam returns it to you.”

They reached the door and Caleb laughed, gave Jim a tight hug, and apologized. “I should know with you running things that would be the case.”

They entered the lobby and Caleb lifted him almost off his feet and pulled Jim into a brutally sexy kiss, observed by everyone in the large bar and foyer.

“I look at you and lose myself in your fine brown eyes.”

After that comment, Jim was a goner.

He introduced Caleb to everyone. Caleb was rather impressive in a fine sage raw silk sports jacket and a pair of beige slacks. His shirt was a creamy yellow, monogrammed at the cuff and open at the collar. Under the shirt was a sprinkling of auburn chest hair, just enough to be interesting, Jim thought. A gold chain nestled between the rise of his chest with an ornate Spanish Cross.

“The cross is absolutely beautiful. May I look at it?”