Page 42 of An Indecent Longing

Maybe she should be more worried about what Ben would do when he found out she and Ian knew each other.

Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel. She had to cancel. Call Ben and tell him something had come up.

I don’t want to cancel.

She liked Ben. Liked the way he made her feel, like she was sexy and interesting and desirable.

And when he finds out you know Ian?

Or I find out he already knows?

What then?

Too many questions. Not enough answers.

So what are you going to do?

* * * * *

Three hours after his discussion with Adam, Ian breathed a sigh of relief as he walked through the back door and into his home.

Christ, the asshole client from hell hadn’t shut up the entire drive to the airport, and Ian had a fucking headache that wouldn’t quit.

At least he had the rest of the weekend to ignore the world.

He had an entire house that needed work, and physical activity was just what he needed to get his mind off…well, everything else.

And by everything, you mean Dorrie.

Yeah, that’s exactly what he meant.

Shit.

Now that he was home, the only thing he could think about was Dorrie.

In his bed. Soft and warm and wanting him.

I’m going to fucking punch Ben.

Since his cousin wasn’t home, he decided to take out his frustration on the oak banister that led from the first floor to the second. The thing was going to be a bitch to sand because of the intricately turned rails, but he needed a challenge to keep his mind off all the other shit in his head.

Stripping down to a pair of cargo shorts, he grabbed what he needed from the basement then set to work on the mind-numbing activity.

“Damn, man. You must’ve had a shit-ton of aggression to work out. Guess I shouldn’t complain. I hate to fucking sand.”

Ian turned with a start. He hadn’t heard Ben come in. No one had snuck up on him in years.

He’d worked black ops so long, he’d developed eyes in the back of his head and superhuman hearing. It’d been the other, less-desirable side effects that had finally convinced him to get out.

“Had time on my hands.” Ian stood and stretched his stiff back. “Was getting ready to clean this up. You get to do the staining and sealing.”

Ben nodded as Ian gathered his tools and started down the stairs.

“I don’t have a problem with that. It’s not gonna be tonight, though. I’m going out.”

Ian nodded, not surprised. Ben still went out with friends from the old neighborhood occasionally.

“See you tomorrow then.”

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