Chapter 2

Stop it!He thrust the images away. He didn’t need to think that, didn’t need to make it harder for himself, not tonight.

The stranger cleared his throat and asked, “Do you mind?”

“Mind what?” Then Mitchell realized the man had asked to use his phone. Shaking his head slightly, he grinned. “Oh, sorry. The phone, right?”

The man nodded, and Mitchell leaned the broom against the bar as he walked around behind it. Without taking his gaze off his guest, Mitchell pulled the phone out from beneath the register and set it on the countertop. “Here you go.”

He leaned on the bar, watching the way the man’s tight jeans pulled along his thighs as he approached. The man had strong legs, and when his coat was open all the way, Mitchell saw narrow hips and a slim frame that hinted at more strength. Dear Santa,strike that last wish. You want to leave something under my tree tomorrow morning? This one will do just fine.

Flashing Mitchell those pearly whites again, the stranger said, “Thanks.”