Mitchell reached out, grasped his arm, and squeezed. “I don’t.” He smiled. “Besides, I have my eye on someone else,” he added with a wink.
Craig’s heart stuttered in his chest, and he hoped against hope he was the one that Mitchell wanted. Tendrils of desire wound through him and they stared at each other wordlessly.
Until a small boy bumped into them, and they both shook themselves from their stupor.
Craig grinned. “Come on. Let’s finish checking this place out, and then we’ve got about a three-hour car ride.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Mitchell glanced out the window before he turned back to Craig. “They call St. Louis the Gateway to the West. Do you think it’s about halfway through the country?”