Chapter 16

Not that Toby wouldn’t fuck the freckled bear with his red hair and pumped chest. Toby might be a fool, but he’s not foolish. Denver is probably a prize in the sheets, a good fuck with the handsome ginger.

“What’s the favor you need, Denver?” Toby asks, standing just a few inches away from the nutritionist, holding his coffee cup in his right hand and studying the leprechaun’s block structure, thinking it more desirable than Blue’s.

“You know I’m from Denver, right?”

Toby nods. “King and I call you Denver from Denver behind your back.”

“Cute,” Denver says, winking and grinning at Toby. “Well, my family lives there and I’m expected home for the Fourth of July, which means I’ll need someone to stay at my house.”

“The Tudor on Bretton Way, right?”

“The onlyTudor on Bretton Way.”

“How long do you need me?”

“I need a house-sitter from tomorrow through the fifth. Any way you can help me out?”