Chapter 16

“Don’t get me wrong, the beach is fine,” he says at one point. They’re downstairs again, and Duane leans over to gather up his tools and toss them indiscriminately into his toolbox as Jai watches from the steps. “But I’m a river rat, if anything. Give me a cold beer and a fishing rod, and a few lazy hours down by the James, and I’m good to go.”

The closest Jai has ever gotten to the James River that runs just south of Richmond is Brown’s Island, where the Virginia Pride event is held every September. Secretly, he doesn’t think they have all that much in common—he doesn’t like beer, and the thought of sitting in a folding chair on a sandy bank waiting for fish to bite bores him to tears. He’ll take Lady Gaga over Lady Antebellum any day.

But God, the way those jeans hug Duane’s thighs and ass! Like a second skin! Jai bites the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning with desire.