Page 19 of Hunk Sandwich
Ollie laughed along with me.
“Yeah, definitely.”
“I’m a carpenter. We’re renovating an apartment in one of the old houses near the castle.”
“Oh, wow. I love that. I’m useless with my hands.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” I objected, remembering how he’d stroked me off. He wasgreatwith his hands.
The gorgeous man blushed pink and laughed so hard tears trickled into the scruff on his cheeks. “I meant with wood.”
“Yeah, me, too,” I quipped. Damn, I loved seeing him laugh like that. The sound warmed me to the core.
“It’s so good to see you again, Kaspar.”
Oh, you sweet human.
I know I should go, get him and his husband out of my mind. But that was fucking easier said than done.
“What’syourjob?” I asked to steer the conversation to more neutral topics than his wood-handling skills.
“Bo and I started a foundation after our wedding. Part of the money is from what Bo earns. We don’t need a lot, you know? And we get lots of donations.”
“What does your foundation do?”
“We support kids, especially those with family problems. We offer after-school activities, holiday camps, that kind of thing. Bo got inspired by a similar charity in Scotland.”
“Wow, I…” I took a draught of my soda. “I really love that. If you ever need anyone to build shit with kids, I’m your guy,” I said before really thinking it through.
“Are you serious?” Ollie’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure that would be a hit.”
Up until that moment, I hadn’t realised how serious I was. Or how hot he looked eating his food.
“I am. And I have a colleague, Gabriel. He’s raising his younger sister. I bet he’d be interested, too.”
“That would be amazing.” He pulled two business cards out of the inner pocket of his elegant jacket. “Tell him to call me during my office hours.Youcan call me anytime.”
Swoon.
Perhaps he saw it in my eyes how much I loved what he’d said.
“I texted Bo earlier. He asked me to say hi. And…” Ollie bit his bottom lip. “He asked me to ask you if you wanted to hang out with us sometime.”
“Hang out?” I emptied my bowl and glanced at him from under my eyelashes. “Is that what the kids call it these days?”
“God, I hope not.” He snorted. “I think he actually meant that, though. At the risk of sounding odd, we’ve missed you.”
Chapter 17
Ollie
Kaspar inhaled sharply.
Damn, Bright. That was the wrong thing to say.
“At the risk of sounding stupid…so did I.” He emptied his bottle. “I want to get some fresh air before I get back to work. Are you coming with me?”
I nodded and got up to slip my coat on. Kas cleared our table and waited for me by the door.
