Still, Rick reminded himself, Josh wasn’t his type…anymore. Rick used to go for the strong, silent guys. Used to love being wrapped up in big, muscular arms. Held all night. Then Gregory had broken his heart and he had sworn to never give away his heart again. He found it easy to do as long as he stayed away from men that seemed strong and powerful. No, he was safer fucking around with a willing one-nighter here and there. He made sure he was always in charge. No strings attached. That kept him satisfied—for the most part. He had worked hard for three years to convince himself of that. His friends had tried to show him the error of his ways more than once, but he hadn’t changed his mind.