Chapter 31

“Yeah. You are. And you’re stoned.”

“That’s what I said, Fred!” Roy tilted his head to one side. It was fucking adorable. “I mean, Animal.”

The needle finally came down on the single. The batteries were low in the machine. Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass’ “This Guy’s In Love with You” started, but it sounded distorted, way off. Roy and Tucker looked at each other. Two men, who moments ago, had been filled with sexual rage and desperation, broke out in smiles, and then, within seconds, a full-out, loud, goofy, little-boy giggle fit.