“Tell me what to do to keep the coyotes away.”
Zeth shook his head, reached down, and collected Josh’s hand within his own. “You leave that up to me. Just make sure your door is locked so crazy men like me don’t come tromping their business inside.”
“Who says I don’t like a little bit of crazy?”
“You won’t when you have a stranger’s gun pointed between your eyes in the middle of the night.” Zeth squeezed Josh’s hand, turned to him, placed his coffee mug on the counter, and asked like a gentleman, “Mind if I kiss you this morning?”
“Something tells me if I say no, you’ll steal a kiss anyway.”
“That something is right.”
Zeth reached for Josh’s mug of coffee and rescued it. He placed the mug on the counter behind Josh, pinched one of Josh’s nipples, dragged fingers down and over the producer’s chest, and kissed him. When his fingers met Josh’s towel below his navel, Josh pushed the hand away and grunted. Zeth came up for air from the kiss.