Chapter 22

Ethan frowned slightly. “Didn’t you go to Stuart?” Paul’s heart stuttered in his chest. When he didn’t answer, Ethan asked, “You’re not Mr. Bryant, are you?”

“No,” Paul managed. Twisting a hand free from the towel, he offered it to Ethan. “I’m Paul. I graduated a year before you, I think. Paul Jacoby.”

“Right!” Ethan grinned. “I thought you looked familiar. You look great, man.” He pulled his sunglasses down a bit further as his gaze trailed over Paul’s body, taking in the worn boxers, the slept-in tee. A too-pink tongue peeked out from between those red, red lips. “You look amazing.”