Chapter 8

Sadie woke up refreshed, sexually replete, and looking forward to the festival. Not just because she loved Halloween, but because she’d invited Gear to swing by, and she had a feeling he’d show.

She sighed as she and Theo set up their stand under an overhead tent. The weather, fortunately, shone bright and crisp. Even if it had rained, she knew she’d have been smiling.

How could she be so wrapped up in a man clearly wrong for her? Not like she had a right guy in mind, but Gear had so many issues. One of which was a lack of reciprocity when it came to emotional connection. That was the phrase her shrink of a cousin liked to use on her when nagging about Sadie’s exes. It wasn’t as if Sadie sought men she couldn’t bond with. She’d tried not to. But the majority of them had been perfect on the outside and empty within.

Unlike Gear. The ex-TV star seemed as far from the glamorous life as could be. He didn’t put on airs. Didn’t act better than her or her family. And he had been so sweet last night. After that earth-shattering climax, she’d expected him to leave. It was just about sex, after all.

Except it wasn’t.

He’d stayed, kissing the top of her head, holding her close, making her feel protected. She should hate him for that. Adrian had been protective, a real presence in her life. And he’d hurt her. Badly. Yet unlike Adrian, Gear hadn’t done anything to advance his cause. He’d already had her. She was already impressed. And she had a feeling he’d assumed she’d been asleep when she’d played possum in his arms, listening to his calming heartbeat.

He’d been so tender tucking her in, kissing her again, sighing before he left.

What did that mean? Did he like-like her? Or was he stymied, trying to find the words to break it off because he sensed how much she was trying not to like him? For all that he acted like an asshole in public, she sensed in him a genuinely nice guy.

Oh God. If he was trying to find a nice way to break it off with her, that would be terrible. She’d rather he just dumped her ass.

“You’re too quiet. What’s up?” Theo asked.

“Nice. Good morning to you too.”

“Look, I had to deal with Hope moping around this morning while her boy toy is in Portland on some conference. And that after being bitched out by my mother for upsetting my father about something I did. I’m supposed to think about my actions. But I don’t know what the hell she’s talking about.”

“So ask her.”

“What? And admit I’m insensitive as well as clueless? No thanks.”

“Ah, to be twenty-one again.”

“Can you remember that far back?” He grinned, and she could already see this one breaking hearts. Like his older brothers, the Donnigans who’d given those amazing self-defense classes at Jameson’s Gym, Theo had looks and a killer smile. His oldest brother, Landon, had managed to snag her cousin, a feat in itself. Ava analyzed everything to death, but Landon had turned her brain off enough to get her to say yes to an upcoming I Do.

Gavin, the other Donnigan heartthrob, had a body Sadie truly envied. Had she not met Gear, and had Gavin not already hooked up with someone on a more permanent basis, she’d have tried him on for size. Man, could that guy run like a gazelle. She coveted his workouts.

“And then there was Theo, the youngest of the bunch,” she said out loud.

“Is this where you do that weird dialoging—”

“A gem in the rough. A young man about to embark on a lifelong journey in the United States Marine Corps. A man with a hankering for an older woman, a seductress to show him the ways of love.”

Theo blushed. “Sadie.”

“But alas, Sadie was already taken by a man, the envy of all men.”

“Here we go.”

“A devil in disguise, who worships the ground she walks on. And poor, poor Theo can only watch from afar.”

He stared at her. “Did you work on that all night or what?”

“No.” She grinned. “Totally spontaneous. Did you like it?”

“Are you on drugs?”

She laughed, in a terrific mood despite her confusion about Gear. “Dude, the sun is shining. It’s getting close to Halloween, and I got some action. More than once, even. Life is good.”

Theo grinned with her. “Lucky you.”

“Don’t worry. Someday puberty will catch up with you, and you’ll figure out how all your equipment works.”

“This is why Elliot refused to work with you in here.”

“Exactly. He’s scared. Not you, Theo. You’re much braver than he is. Braver than Landon was too. You should have seen how my cousin terrified him when they were dating.”

Theo leaned in. “Tell me more.”

She filled him in on a few instances she’d witnessed when Ava and Landon had started dating, and he laughed, filing away the information as only a younger brother could.

They began serving cider not two minutes after the festival started. The day progressed from there. Sadie dealt with chattering children, adults annoyed at the long lines, and other people just happy to be alive. She felt it her duty to add to the festive air and got her face painted by the booth next door in exchange for free cookies and drinks.

Now she wore half a skeleton on her face, and it was majorly creepy with her hair pulled back into a chaotic ponytail with fake spiders and cobwebs hanging off her hair.

“That is so unhygienic. I get one spider in my cider, and I’m suing.”

She recognized the deep grumble and felt herself blossoming into a smiling fool. She took a moment to compose herself, forcing a sneer. When she glanced up at her latest customer, she saw Gear wearing a cowboy hat and a bandana tied around his neck, a pair of dark glasses covering his gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Sue me, and I’ll strike back. I’m known to have a lethal one-two combination.” She fake punched him.

He laughed and yanked the man behind him so that they stood abreast. “Sadie, this is my baby brother, Thorvald. Thorvald, this is Sadie.”

His brother sighed. He looked enough like Gear around the eyes to proclaim them related. “It’s Thor. Hi, Sadie, nice to meet you.” He held out a hand, larger than hers but more refined than Gear’s. She shook it, noticing that he didn’t have Gear’s rough knuckles or calluses either.

“Hi. This is Theo, my partner today.” She glanced at Theo, who nodded at them and took care of the next customer in line. “So, you two slumming?”

Gear chuckled. “Why do you think we came here first? Love the face, by the way. It’s so you. So very…deathlike.”

“Well, the cowboy getup ain’t you.” Before he could ask, she fetched cider for him and his brother and handed them a festive prewrapped bag of cookies she’d put together for him this morning. “Come talk to me while I work.” She nodded for them to join her in the tent.

The costume parade started, and the crowd in front of her cleared out fast, giving her some breathing room.

“I’m going to get more supplies while I can,” Theo said.

“Good idea.”

He grabbed the store tricycle, which had a large basket in the back, and rode off to Sofa’s, a short distance away.

“So,” she said to the men guzzling their hot drinks. “How’s it going?”

Thor answered, “We got here half an hour ago. It took that long to find you. There are a lot of people here.”

Gear chuckled. “My brother’s a scientist. He’s right now, no doubt, doing the math and trying to figure out how many people can actually fit in the square footage of the festival’s area. For fun.”

Thor grinned. “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. It’s a lot, that’s all I can say.”

Sadie liked him on sight. Thor looked to be a few years younger than Gear. He had the same dark hair, but a rangy build, and stood a few inches shorter than his brother. Like Gear, he had hazel eyes, but his seemed softer, not as intense. She recognized in him a calm gentleness missing in Gear.

“You eyeing my brother for some reason?” Gear asked, his voice deep.

“Just wondering how you two can be related. He seems so smart, relaxed, and, well, nice.”

Thor grinned. “Oh, I like her.”

Gear broke open the bag of cookies and shoved one in Thor’s mouth. “Shut up and eat.” He turned to Sadie. “So I was thinking if you’re not busy later, maybe we could hang out.”

“Hmm.”

“What? It’s easy. Yes or no?”

“I’m thinking.”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

Thor choked on laughter.

Gear pounded him on the back.

“Jesus, Gear. Try not to kill your brother. Here, Thor. Have some water.” She handed him a water bottle.

“Thanks,” he rasped. “Ah. That cookie was awesome. Snickerdoodle, right? Orchid sometimes makes those.”

“Who’s Orchid?”

“Our mom,” Thor and Gear said together.

“You call your mom by her first name?”

Gear nodded. “Yeah, Otis too. Our dad. Our parents are… How should I put this?”

“Crazy. And not just crazy in love,” Thor added. “But, like, full-on whacko. But hey, it works for them, and we didn’t turn out too badly.” He eyed his brother. “Well, Iris and I are stable.”

Gear pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing up his glasses. “Look, just ask her.”

“Ask me what?” Sadie looked from Gear to Thor, waiting.

Thor cleared his throat. “Well, my brother was telling me how great your food was from that party. And these cookies are divine.”

Gear snorted. “Divine. Can’t take the professor out in public, can I?”

Thor ignored him. “Just amazing.”

“Thanks.” Sadie beamed. “One thing we do right at Sofa’s—and that’s bake.”

“So I have a faculty party coming up, and some idiot put me in charge of handling the food. Do you think we could talk about you catering for us?”

She nodded. “Sure. I’ll get you some quotes if you can tell me what you’re looking for. Cookies and cupcakes, or appetizers, or a sit-down lunch, and for how many.”

“Wait, cupcakes?” Gear took his glasses off, and she liked being able to see his eyes. “I haven’t tried your cupcakes yet.”

The ringing of a bike bell signaled Theo had returned. But Elliot stepped through the back instead.

“Elliot, did you bring any cupcakes?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.” He grinned, looked over her guests, and raised a brow.

“Elliot, you know Gear. This is his brother, Thorv—”

“Just Thor. Nice to meet you.” Thor held out a hand.

Elliot took it, and the pair blinked at each other before quickly pulling away.

She looked at Gear to see if he’d witnessed the weirdness, but he seemed too fixated on her breasts to notice.

She cleared her throat.

He glanced up without an iota of shame and gave her a wide grin. “I was looking for more spiders.”

“Uh-huh. So Elliot, Thor might want to hire us to cater a party. You want to set him up with the deets?”

“Sure.” Elliot’s smile looked a little too forced, and she would have asked him what was wrong, but the sound of rushing voices drew her attention.

“Shit.” Gear sighed. “Why today of all days?”

* * *

A dozen photographers and a few people with recorders rushed the tent. “Gear, can you tell us what brought you out here today?”

“Are you now selling food?”

“Can you put any truth to the rumor that Sahara is having B-Man’s twins?”

“When will you come back to the show?”

“Do you consider this a major failure on your part, your inability to hold on to the company you started? B-Man told us it’s official. You’re no longer a member of the Motorcycle Madnezz team.”

“Is this your mistress?” One of the female reporters smirked. As if to say, you can do so much better.

Gear could see Sadie’s temper growing, her face turning red. He sensed his brother slipping out the back, as Gear had ordered him to do should they get sidelined by press. A good thing. Gear tried to keep his family out of the media as best he could. No sense in Thor getting targeted because he stood too close to Gear. Now if only he could do the same for Sadie and Elliot.

Before Gear could stop her, Sadie took a step forward. “None of you want to hear it, but the truth is that B-Man was plowing Sahara for months while tossing Gear’s reputation down the toilet.”

The crowd erupted into more questions and shutter clicks. Gear groaned. “Guys, gimme a break. I’m here talking to friends, trying to enjoy the Halloween Festival. Sofa’s was nice enough to give me some cookies and cider. Try some. They’re better than anything you’ll eat here.”

“So you’re now part owner of Sofa’s?” someone asked.

“The hell he is,” Sadie argued. “You people are not only stupid, you’re sad. You’re also standing in the way of my paying customers.” She turned to the woman who’d asked the mistress question. “And lady, who the hell uses the term mistress anymore? How old are you, anyway?”

A few of the other reporters snickered. The woman didn’t look amused. At all.

“So you admit you’re sleeping together?”

“Do you admit you’re about as clever as a clapping toy monkey? I’m selling cookies. And cupcakes. Oh, and spiced cider. Chick, you have no idea who you’re dealing with. Gear, schmere. Today is about Halloween and Sofa’s Spookville.”

A few locals seemed to recognize the name.

“We put on a spread every Halloween.”

Had Gear been worried Sadie wouldn’t be able to hold her own? Man, was he wrong.

He took a step back, and everyone focused on him again. Hell. “Look, I’m interrupting business. You can bug the shit out of me out there as well you can in here.” He left the tent.

Most of the crowd went with him. Unfortunately, a few of the more aggressive types stayed near Sadie. Gear refused to answer anything more than the bare minimum, legally under a gag order, which sucked so much ass. He told them he’d left the show, had nothing to do with Sofa’s with the exception of enjoying their food, and that Sahara and B-Man deserved each other. Which set off more questions.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

He gaped as two of the reporters in front of Sadie’s tent stood drenched in water. A few ice cubes littered the ground near them. Make that drenched in ice water.

“How dare you?” the mistress questioner yelled. “You assaulted us!”

“With water? Give me a break. Hey, I told you to move.”

“Three times,” Elliot added.

Sadie continued, “We have to keep the milk cold, you know? And that ice was melting. We can’t serve bad milk to customers, or we’ll get in trouble. We normally dump the water where you’re standing. It’s not my fault you two refused to get out of the way.”

“You throw water where customers would be standing, you stupid bitch?” the nasty female reporter screamed.

“Lady, there are kids around.” Sadie frowned. “Keep it clean, would ya?” She smiled and waved at a group of people gaping at the spectacle nearby while the reporters around Gear started focusing on the real story—bitchy Marsha Concannon getting the tables turned on her.

Sadie waved at the crowd. “Who wants bat cookies? Devil’s food cupcakes? Ooo, who wants to see a real witch? She’s right here!”

Gear couldn’t help chuckling as he walked quickly away, forcing the others to walk with him or lose a shot of him. He made it to his bike, confident Thor would find another way home. Then he hightailed it back to his place, wondering how the press would spin things.

That evening at home, he found out.

* * *

Thor sat next to him, both of them basking outside in Gear’s in-ground hot tub. Sadie had supposedly been too busy to meet that night. Gear still thought he scared her. But after seeing the hatchet job the news had done, he worried he might have scared her away for good.

“Oh hell.”

Thor turned up the volume on the tablet that he refused to leave inside. He had the thing propped up on a lap table right next to the tub. “This isn’t good.”

The woman Sadie had iced—Marsha Concannon, a real asshole, in Gear’s opinion—was ripping Sadie a new one. “Gear’s angry new mistress—I’m sorry, his angry friend—got violent today when approached about their relationship. She also had some very unflattering things to say about B-Man and Sahara. I’m sensing some jealousy issues.” Marsha tittered. “But then, who wouldn’t?” They flashed a picture of Sahara at her best, side by side with Sadie’s painted face, cobwebbed hair, and angry snarl.

“That has to hurt,” Thor noted. “I feel for you. But hey, if you want to see where this goes with her, she’ll have to get used to stuff like this.”

“Why? I’m leaving the spotlight, Bro. No more TV. I’m done with all that.”

“You wish. It’s going to take time to wind down, no matter how much you want to sweep it all away.” Thor turned off his tablet and slunk back into the tub. “Ah. Man, this feels good.”

“It would have felt better if I’d been sharing it with Sadie,” Gear muttered.

“Too bad.” Thor sighed. “Her brother seemed nice.”

“Who, Elliot? He’s cool. Funny. And he makes great cider.”

“He’s a cook?”

“He owns Sofa’s with Sadie and her sister. I guess he’s a cook. I mean, he bakes, but he also makes food, like catering and shit. Why?” He saw his brother’s flush, and he didn’t think it was from the heat. “Oh hell, no. You can’t be sniffing after Elliot. You’ll make things worse and screw it up for me with Sadie.”

Thor gave a harsh laugh. “Seriously? You think I’ll be the one screwing up your supposed relationship? And just what is that, anyway? Because the last I knew, you were off women forever. Then you followed that with a few choice names for Sahara. Followed by even more choice names for Brian. Though he really is an ass. I never liked him.”

Gear grunted.

“Well?”

Gear chose to change the subject, because he didn’t know the answer to Thor’s question. “Brian wasn’t lying when he told them it’s official. Though I should have been the one setting everyone straight.” He sighed. “I saw my lawyer again a few days ago. We finally came to a settlement the network accepted. I can’t talk about what happened—”

“What? That’s ridiculous!”

“I’m out all the way. I have no rights to Motorcycle Madnezz. But the bike and tools I brought to the show come home with me. And I still retain credit on the bikes I did while on the show, so I can have that to fall back on when it comes to prior work cred.”

“That’s it?”

“That and they bought out my shares in the company. It’s still not much, because they squeezed me out of the bonus shares I thought were mine, but fuck it. It’s done. Over. And anything that happens from here on out is no longer under their control. I can set up shop, work for someone else, leave the business altogether. It’s my choice. I’m done with fucking TV. No more appearances.”

He still didn’t know what to do with himself. The past two months had been agony, going into the shop to finish orders, working alongside guys who’d once been his friends. Only Smoke and Chains still talked to him. But the bitterness of all he’d endured stung.

Did he have it in him to start fresh with a new garage, new bikes? Should he do what he loved best and focus on the bikes alone, which would mean working for someone else? He’d been approached by a few custom places looking for a designer. Problem was he’d be losing control by working for a boss. He really didn’t want to do that.

“You need to find a new place to work. Your own,” Thor said as if reading his mind. “You can’t work for anyone else. You’re an asshole.”

“Hey.”

“Truth hurts. You’re just like Otis. You need to create, but it has to be your own thing, your own way. Why not use your current notoriety”—at Gear’s glare, he amended—“fame, and get a small place? Do everything your way. Iris will help you with a new brand. Screw Motorcycle Madnezz. Do something crazy. Like Cycle Junkies.”

“Oh, because that name has never been used.” Gear snorted.

“Or Motorcycle Gods. Bikes We Likes.”

“Just stop.”

“Or how about Manly Men and the Power Tools That Love Them?”

Gear had to chuckle at that one. “Okay, I get it. You think I should hop right back on the horse.”

“I would have said bike to make it a proper analogy, but yeah. You’re gun-shy now, because you got majorly burned. But you have your health. You have me and Iris. Mom and Dad too.”

“And…? Sweeten the pot a little, Bro.”

Thor splashed him. “Well, you might have Sadie too. That’s if she hasn’t seen tonight’s entertainment news feeds. And if you’re even in a relationship, because you swore you’d never have one again.”

Gear sighed. “She’s cool. I really like her. I didn’t want to. Didn’t plan on her. But she really rocked the Xena outfit. She likes beer and burgers. She says what she’s thinking, and she’s not all that impressed that I was on TV. That’s kind of nice.”

“There is that. You haven’t had to work for a woman in a long time. Especially not since the show aired.”

“Fame sucks. Trust me. I didn’t want it from day one. Brian talked me into it. And stupid me, I listened.”

“Okay, if the pity party is starting again, I’m done.” Thor walked out of the tub and wrapped up in his robe. “I need to head out anyway. A bunch of us are geeking out over some old school D&D.”

“If only you meant Dances & Dolls.” A popular strip club downtown.

“Plebeian.”

“Huh?”

“Insulting you is pointless when you start feeling sorry for yourself. I’ll talk to you later. I have a date.” Thor darted back into the house.

“With a board game and nerds,” Gear mumbled. Damn it. He did feel sorry for himself. He needed to go out. To think about something else. To see Sadie.

Gear groaned and rested his head back, staring at the starlit sky. He had the perfect backdrop for seduction. And no Sadie. He could call any of over a dozen women to join him for an easy fuck. But none of that mattered. He wanted Xena.

His warrior princess with her trash talk, her right hook, and her ice water–tossing, obnoxious self.

He grinned, remembering Marsha’s shock. That grin faded when he considered Marsha’s revenge. Shit. What if Sofa’s suffered because of that post? He jumped out of the hot tub, turned off the jets, and put the cover back on. Then he hurried inside and, after drying off, called Sadie.

“What?” she snarled on the second ring.

“Ah, hi.”

“Oh. Hi, Gear.”

He frowned. “You sound tired. Everything okay?”

“You obviously haven’t seen Facebook or YouTube lately. Congrats. You’re viral.”

He cringed. “I am so sorry. I didn’t think they’d find me. They must have caught on to the Camry.”

“Ya think?”

He felt awful. So of course he went on the attack. “Who the hell told you to throw ice water at those reporters?”

“She was a bitch. She deserved it.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“And you should stop being such a pussy and defend yourself.”

“What?” Pussy? “I have,” he growled. “But no one listened.”

“Probably because every word out of your mouth is insulting to one faction or another. Well, I told the truth, defended your sorry ass, and I’m not sorry.”

“That’s two sorrys.” Great. Now he sounded like Thor.

“You know what? I’m going to drink, wolf down some pizza, and try to forget the verbal smackdown my brother already gave me. I can do without your shit too.” She hung up.

He swore and got dressed, then took his quieter bike, the one without the monster pipes, over to Sadie’s. No way in hell they’d end the conversation like that. It took him a good forty-five minutes to get to her place. Traffic in Seattle sucked worse every day, but he loved the city. His family lived nearby, and he’d made business contacts here—that probably wouldn’t last. But still.

Seattle, home to the Mariners, the Seahawks, and a damn good cup of coffee. It was home.

And the traffic still sucked ass.

He was grumbling to himself as he drove to Sadie’s apartment building. He parked down the street, hoping no one messed with the bike. It wasn’t his bling bike, more like a crotch rocket, but it blended and got the job done. He carried his helmet with him as he walked to her door, then realized he needed a key to get in the building. Shit.

A man exited, recognized him, and asked for an autograph, holding out an Entertainment Weekly magazine. Gear flushed. Who was he to sign anything? Still, he signed the thing, thanked the guy for watching, and felt good when the dude expressed sympathy for being screwed over. So one guy believed him. Then he was nice enough to open the door.

Gear hurriedly slipped through and soon found himself knocking on Sadie’s door. No way he’d call and give her a chance to ignore him again.

“Hold on, Elliot,” she yelled, opened the door, then tried to close it on him.

He pushed his way through and leaned back against it. “Now, we can talk.”

She glared. Was it wrong that he grew hard looking at all that fierce, feminine fury?

“You.”

He swallowed. “Me.”

“You did this.”

He kept quiet.

“I—You—Oh.” She stormed out of the entryway and back down the hall to her open kitchen and living area. While she paced, he took in more details. She liked blue, because he remembered pale blue on her bedroom walls. A neutral gray coated the living room, broken up by blue pillows, paintings, and a throw over the ugly-as-hell couch. Her kitchen was white. And no longer spotless. A giant pizza box, half empty, and a six-pack of beer with two missing sat on the counter. He saw a bag of chips and salsa, some Jujyfruits candy, and olives nearby.

“Are you pregnant?”

She stopped and stared. “What?”

“Olives and candy and chips? That’s weird.”

“That’s comfort food.” She flounced down on the couch, tapping her foot. “I’m so pissed right now.”

“At me?”

“At me.” She swore. “I have a temper, and as Elliot so kindly pointed out to me, this is the second time I’ve put us under the gun of a potential lawsuit. Though I don’t see how dumping our ice water at the park is hurting anybody.”

He felt for her. She looked miserable.

Sadie wore her hair down. Her cheeks were flushed, her pajamas barely hiding her braless rack and long, toned legs. He sat down next to her before she could see his erection and suspect him of coming over for sex. Which I did not, he reminded his cock.

“Look, Sadie, Elliot should remember that no one saw you punch Sahara but me. So you’re really down to just one lawsuit.”

“Thanks.” She blew out a breath. “I didn’t mean to go off on those cretins. But I can’t stand when the little guy gets stepped on.” She gave him a once-over. “Though you’re not exactly little.”

“You hate injustice.”

“Exactly.” She grabbed an open beer in front of her and downed some. “Want a beer? There’s more on the counter.”

“Thanks.” He helped himself to one and kicked back with her. “I’m really sorry about all this.”

She sighed. “It’s not your fault. I mean, it is for getting into TV and all, but you can’t help those vultures going after you. I guess it could be worse. They could be camped out on my doorstep.”

“Don’t even think it.” He shuddered. “It started out slow, you know. The whole fame-infamy thing. We had a show about building custom bikes. I was all about making the motorcycles. I left Brian and Sahara to all that other bullshit. The acting bits. The unnecessary drama.” He drank some of his beer. “I think you’d like the shop the way it started. Some of the guys are okay. Or were okay. Who the hell knows what they think anymore?”

He would miss ragging on Smoke. Hearing about Chains’s latest foray into online dating. The guys were huge and dense when it came to women. But genuine and serious about bikes. Then again, maybe he’d been wrong about them too.

“It’s weird. We’ve been on for three years. On my way inside your place, some guy asked for my autograph.” He shook his head. “Me. Who the fuck am I? I just build bikes. Big deal. It’s not brain surgery.”

“Or rocket science,” she agreed a little too readily.

He turned to argue, saw her smirk, and relaxed. “So I’m forgiven?”

“I was never really mad at you. Sorry. You were an easy target.”

“I don’t know about easy.”

“Trust me. You’re easy.” She drank again. “I saw the hard-on you’re trying to hide. You put the e in easy.”

He groaned and held the bottle to his forehead to cool off. “It’s your fault for not wearing a bra. Seriously, I only came over to apologize. I swear I’m not here for sex.”

“Even if I want some?”

What did a guy say to that? No, because I want you to see me as more than a sex toy? Or hell yes, because I’m not right unless I’m with you. Inside you. Together.

So he did what men always did when unsure of the answer. He drank beer and refused to respond.

Coming September 2017