They’d kidded each other a lot. There was much sexual innuendo and flirting for the entire late afternoon and early evening. They’d sat close at Gas Works, their shoulders and sometimes their legs touching. Flynn found these seemingly innocent touches intensely erotic. He didn’t think his erection had flagged much past half-mast the entire time they’d been together. He wondered how he had enough blood flow to his brain to drive or to make even mundane conversation.
He needed, he knew, to go inside with Mac and Barley. He seriously thought that if Mac were to turn to him and say something along the lines of “Well, thanks for a lovely time. We’ll see you later in the week,” Flynn would simply die…or explode. Especially the latter—and right in his pants.