Page 66 of Dean

It’s why I hired him.

“Oh, better go change your pants,” the guy says as he passes me, eyeing the stain on the denim, and I close my eyes in resignation.

“So, solar man, what’s your name?” Avery asks when he hands him a beer.

“My name’s Kit. What’s yours?”

“Avery. And this is Dean. We’re…roommates. Of sorts.”

I eye Avery, and he blushes.

“We’re more than roommates,” I murmur.

“Oh, how spicy. I want to hear all about it,” Kit says, and Avery links his arm through his and leads him to the backyard. At this moment, I realize my evening with Avery is shot and nothing’s going to happen between us now.

Which is fine. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. We shouldn’t move things too fast. What if I ruin it? What if I’m not ready? Maybe I need time to really think this over, to ponder if I want to move forward with a man who is half my age and most definitely out of my league.

I don’t fucking know.

But maybe I’m just making excuses.

I tend to do that.

I can excuse my entire life away.

I move down the hallway to the bedroom and change into fresh clothes. And I may pull up a few porn videos, trying to see what to do if things progress between us. It only makes me harder, watching two men get it on.

Shit. Am I bisexual?

I don’t know, and now is not the time to have some kind of sexual revelation. Not when Kit the nosy solar man is here. So I shut my phone off and meet Kit and Avery outside. The two of them are chatting happily, beers in their hands, and a plate of steaks near the barbecue waiting to be grilled.

“I got you a beer too,” Avery says, handing me one. “You don’t mind throwing on the steaks?”

“Is this an order?” I ask, and Avery glances over at me, looking so fucking cute with those lips twisted up in a smile, his feet perched up on the side of the firepit, a beer in his hand.

“Is that okay? I figured we had them, so we might as well use them. And Kit’s hungry. Wait. Can you grill on that thing? It looks ancient. Maybe we should get you a new one.”

“Oh, he totally grills. He looks like he does that for a living.”

“He actually remodels cars.”

“It’s not remodel. It’s restoration.”

Avery waves his hand around his face. “Same thing.”

I snort and arch an eyebrow but he waves me away, leaving me to man the grill myself. Which is fine. I can cook a mean steak. It’s the one thing I enjoy doing when it comes to cooking. I just didn’t realize that my night would consist of grilling for Kit. I don’t even know this guy, and yet he’s here and apparently hungry. Avery seems to be getting along with him really well, and I bet they even become friends after this. Close ones at that.

Avery seems to attract people like flies to honey.

But honestly, could they stop touching?

“Oh, and before I forget, I have a salad to make. Dean needs to watch his cholesterol.”

“I do not,” I grumble, but go ignored.

“Give me a second.” Avery hops up and disappears inside, leaving me to stare after him. His ass looks really nice in that skirt. Round and perky, perfect for grabbing—for spreading apart and sinking slowly inside.

“So, are you two together?” Kit asks, the tip of the beer pressed to his lips, his eyes twinkling in mischief. He’s one to watch out for.

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