Chapter 3

Vic touched his lips to Matt’s. “Love you,” he sighed.

Matt came in a heady rush, the heat of his orgasm triggering Vic’s own. One word cried out between them, triumphant, to shatter the morning stillness.

Yes.

* * * *

As Matt pushed through the glass doors into the reception area of the gym where he worked, he saw the dark look his co-worker Roxie Johnson threw at him, and the song he’d been whistling died on his lips. “What?” he asked, defensive. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

She flipped her long, red ponytail off her shoulder. “Finally. You’re only a half hour late. Couldn’t you’ve called? We thought you weren’t coming in.”

“I was running late.” At the door leading to the employees-only area of the gym, Matt swiped his ID card in the key slot and waited for the light to turn from amber to green. And waited. And waited. Jiggling the door knob, he whined, “Roxie. My card’s not working.”

She sank into the chair in front of her computer, a smug smirk on her face. “I deactivated it.”