Chapter 27

“I hope it fits,” I said, tweaking his tummy.

“It will.” Z carefully extracted the staples. “Mine is special. Put it on.”

Getting a shirt off while holding a hundred and thirty pound dog on a leash, all while trying to suck in my gut and flex my pecs, was not an easy task. “I’ve actually seen people make this look sexy,” I said.

“You’re turning me on,” Z whispered. “Can I help?”

“We’re in public. I think I should keep the shorts on.”

“I never saw those paintball bruises, though. How are they healing?”

“Getting better.”

“Your yellow underwear shows through your shorts.”

I turned in a circle some more.

“Made you look.”

Woof. Abby laughed, too.

I finally got into my shirt, and then to business. “You always do that.”

“What do I do?”

“Make me laugh. Make me smile.” He made me want to fall in love with him, too. Maybe I’d already started. “But we always end up talking about me, somehow. I know very little about you.”