Chapter 22

“Why did you volunteer to be my husband in this little fake marriage?”

Lance felt his cheeks heat up as he worried his lower lip. Wade watched him, his eyes dark and intense. Shit. Lance’s cock twitched in response and he shifted in his saddle. Last thing he needed was Wade seeing him with a semi for him. “Well, Casey’s my best friend, so of course I want to do anything I can to help him.” He felt the heat spread down to his neck.

And fuck if Wade’s gaze didn’t drop to Lance’s lips. Surely he was misinterpreting things.

“And I’m gay, so I figured if you were single when…your father died…I would volunteer.”

“Are you out? I mean, Ididn’t know. And Ruby’s a pretty small town.”