Chapter 2

That’s if he could survive for that long.

“What’s his problem now?” Luke asked, toeing off his work boots and leaving them right under the table where slush and snow formed a little puddle where they landed.

“He’s been on my case about the holiday party.”

“Oh.” Luke already stuck his finger into the jar of frosting. “When is that again?”

Henry tried not to pay too much attention to Luke licking the chocolate off his luscious pink lips. It shouldn’t be too hard. He’d become a pro at ignoring the things Luke did that turned him on. The list was about a mile long—and got added to almost every day—but he’d been ignoring them for years.