Rusty sipped his coffee, and Nate found himself watching him, fascinated. He couldn’t help but fantasize about Rusty’s physique—from the little he could see under Rusty’s T-shirt, he had a decent six-pack and looked very fit. Probably worked out. Not like Nate, who had never set foot in a gym.
“Do you live in Wellington, or are you trying to get home?”
Nate realized Rusty was talking. He needed to stop zoning out. It wasn’t only rude, it was…So not going there. “Yeah, I live here. I have…had a job interview in Christchurch I was trying to get down there for. That was what the phone call was about. Luckily they’ve managed to reschedule. So…are you here on business or pleasure?”
Rusty coughed, wheezed, and turned dark red. Crap, was he choking? Nate pushed back his chair to go to his aid, but Rusty shook his head. “Sorry. Coffee went down the wrong way. I’m here on business. Spent most of the time sitting in front of a screen, which is something I could have done at home.”