Chapter 3

He stood, hesitated a moment to make sure his hard-on wasn’t too obvious, and circled the desk. “Peter. It’s been a long time. Looks like you’ve done very well.”

Peter continued to smile. “You’ve not done so bad yourself for a kid from the wrong side of town. I’d bet the rent for this office runs more per month than your mom’s house cost for five years. They say you’re the best there is when we performers get in a bind. I’m here to put that to test.”

Instead of holding out his hand, Peter bypassed Garth’s offered handshake to settle both hands on his shoulders. “You’re taller than you were, too. Late bloomer?” His grin took the sting out of his words, and his steady gaze acknowledged a new equality.