Chapter 219

Chris was still too damn familiar in a way he really shouldn’t be anymore. His cologne was the same brand he’d been using for as long as Scooter had known him.

The scent yanked at Scooter, tendrils of memory that curled around his spine. There had been a time when just the smell of it had been enough to get Scooter hard and wanting.

“Chris,” Scooter said, and his throat closed a little, making it harder to talk. “What…how’d you get back here?”

“Just walked on back,” Chris said. “It wasn’t very busy out on the floor. And I’ve missed our little chats.”

Scooter hadn’t. The first year Andy had worked Dockside, Chris had probably assumed that, much like his own “assistants” and “proteges,” Andy was a temporary fling and everything would go back to normal. That second year, Andy had been waiting tables. Chris and his pretty boy flavor of the year had pulled some faux outrage and Scooter had ended up comping them the meal just to get them to shut up and leave.