Zane pulled over, stopped the truck, unhooked his seat belt, and began to take off his leather jacket. “You can put this on.”
“It’s okay, I…” Rory said, but nevertheless accepted the jacket, touched by yet another act of gallantry.
“You need it more than me.”
Rory attempted to put the jacket on.
Zane laughed. “Probably should undo your seat belt first.”
Rory felt his cheeks heat. “Uh, yeah. Sorry.”
The jacket was way too big, Rory could probably fit in it twice over, but it was warm and smelled strongly of Zane. Fortunately the jacket, when he wrapped it around himself, covered his lap and hid the growing erection Rory was sporting. He prayed it would go down before they got back to the ranch.
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