Chapter 19

“Then it doesn’t matter when I get my wicked way with you,” Jim said, tossing out Ronnie’s phrase with a newfound twinkle in his eye. “Because as long as we both want the same thing, we’ve got all the time in the world to make that happen.”

Ronnie nodded. Silently, he sat back when Jim finally let him go, patience leashing his fidgeting as Jim returned to gathering what he needed. Jim might say they had all the time in the world, but Ronnie knew the truth. Neither of them would be able to wait very long. Once the specter of the morning faded from memory, with their mutual understanding back in place, it’d be impossible to keep their hands off each other.

How they’d keep it under wraps with Grandpa around, he had no idea. They’d figure something out.

They always did.

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