Chapter 13

Touch me,Evan thought when Charlie leaned past him, reaching for a plate. Touch me so I can tell you not to. Don’t leave me waiting for it, Charlie. Don’t make me want it.

Charlie grinned at him. “Fajitas à la Charlie,” he said, picking up a plate in either hand. “Right this way, mon ami.”

“You’re mixing your French and Spanish,” Evan pointed out, but he couldn’t help smiling as he followed Charlie into the dining room. When Charlie set the plates on the table, one on either side, Evan pulled out a chair and sat down. “Where’d you learn to cook?”

Charlie sat in the chair across from him. “Rachael Ray.”

“This is good,” Evan mumbled around a mouthful of food. No, it tasted wonderful

“Thanks.” Charlie winked at him. “I’ve got plenty of good things for you, Evan. You just let me know when you want them.”

Jesus.Evan swallowed thickly, suddenly hard again and hungrier than he had been before, hungry for the good things Charlie promised. So much for keeping him away.