Chapter 2
Michael Bennett stood just outside the cashier’s booth watching Kevin for a while as he took customers’ orders.
The last time he’d seen Kevin the kid had been fifteen. Not that he was a kid anymore. Kevin must be what, twenty-four? And hot enough to melt the rubber in his tires. For some reason Michael couldn’t quite figure out, he found the dyed burgundy streaks in Kevin’s spiky dark hair appealing. Michael even kind of liked the little crystal stud in Kevin’s nose. Not to mention those big, pouty lips and baby-blue eyes. He’d been a cute kid, so it was no surprise that as an adult he was gorgeous.
He frowned. A little too pale and thin though. He stepped inside the booth and handed the woman his slip.
“The works, huh?” The woman—her name tag said Gabby—rang up his car wash.
