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EXCERPT "Are you painting the outside of the
house? You mentioned something about gray." Jon
didn't want to end the conversation. He'd grown
fond of Benny, even after a few minutes of
chatting. "Oh, no. My friend is having new siding put on, but I'm not doing it. No, I posed the question in front of your friend there, because you looked like you'd rather eat scorpions than talk to him." He laughed again and rocked on his feet. He
liked the way Benny talked. "I'm glad you did."
And even gladder he got the chance to meet
Benny. "I should get back to the shingles. It's hot and
not all that sexy, but it pays the bills." "I'm sure it does." Jon glanced over at the
house, then met Benny's gaze. "If I'm ever in
the mood to redo my house, can I call you?"
Christ, his hands shook. He hadn't been this
nervous in ages. Because of Benny? "Sure. I don't have business cards or anything,
but I'm licensed and bonded." "I didn't doubt it." He slid his phone from the
holder around his forearm. "Give me your number
and I'll add you." "555-6620." "Ask for Benny?" Jon smiled. He could've sworn
the afternoon heat increased a few degrees each
time he looked into Benny's eyes. "It's my personal number. No assistants or
anything. I'm not that big." He blushed. "So
you'll have to talk to me." "There's nothing wrong with that." He inputted
the info, then tucked the phone back into the
holder. "I'll let you shingle. It was nice to
meet you. Feel free to rescue me again." "I'll see what I can do." Benny grinned and
hefted a pack of shingles onto his shoulder. He
climbed the ladder up to the porch roof and
flexed as he put the shingles down. Jon whimpered. Benny could really haul. "Do you
run?" Benny stepped to the edge of the roof and rested
his hands on his hips. "What?" "Do you run? Exercise?" "I lift weights. Why?" "I thought maybe you'd like to go for a run with
me sometime." Holy fuck, he'd just kind of asked
Benny out. Hell yeah. "You always run in the afternoon. I'm a morning
guy." "Oh." Jon paused. Benny was supposed to agree to join him. That's what the other guys did... Well, shit. Jon twiddled with his headphones. "Wait, how'd you know about my run times?" "You go past here nearly every day and have
since the first of June. You're hard to miss." "Is that a good thing?" Or bad? He hoped for the
former. "I'm just observant." And noncommittal with his answers. Damn it.
"Okay, well, I'll see you around. Maybe tomorrow
when I run past here." "Same time, same channel," Benny said. He waved
and returned to the shingles. What an odd guy, but handsome as hell and intriguing, too. Jon headed home, but his thoughts never left
Benny. The man knew the right moment to step in,
which was kind of nice, and not Jon's regular
type. He liked pretty boys. Musicians or
vocalists. He snorted and stopped in his
driveway. He had no idea if Benny was even gay,
much less if he was interested. The answer to
his run question had been vague. Probably
because Benny wasn't homosexual. He strode up the drive to the front porch and
into his house, and kicked off his running
shoes. He downed a bottle of water in what
seemed like a single gulp. Trust him to find the
one guy who wasn't interested, and find him
attractive. He had to be out of his mind, but he wanted to
go back. Wanted to talk to Benny and get to know
him better. He did have Benny's number. What could he break in order to get the handsome home remodeler to come over? Reviews Coming Soon!
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