Page 101 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
Roan nodded. “Did you—” He faltered and fell silent.
“Did I what?” Walker gently prompted.
Not looking at him, Roan said, “Did you hook up with anyone else on the show?”
“No.” Walker waited until Roan looked at him. “And I don’t consider what we did a hookup.”
Ridiculously, Roan’s eyes began to sting again. He couldn’t deal with this right now. He set his mug aside and reached for the remote of the old TV. “Want to watch a movie?”
Walker watched him for a second, then said, “Sure.” He reached for one of his mom’s blankets, but before touching it, asked, “This okay?”
“Yeah,” Roan said, surprised to find it was. “Yeah, that’s okay.” He flicked the channels until he found something that looked halfway decent, then went with it when Walker gently tugged him closer and arranged the blanket over them both. Roan sat stiff and uncomfortable for all of one minute, but Walker’s heat and familiar smell were like a drug, and inevitably Roan eased against him, muscles relaxing one by one.
