Why wasn’t he something Colby would do, again?
The question was a distraction. He clung to it with both hands, and found out that he very much wanted to know the answer.
He glanced at his own biceps under the plaid and the jacket. He’d always been kind of proud of them. Impressive. Good for handling partners who liked some handling. And he wasn’t unattractive, right? Decent hair. Nice smile. Usually kind to children and small animals. Those were likable qualities, weren’t they?
Colby sighed. The wind came over just to ruffle his hair. A few strands blew into his face; he brushed them back, unselfconscious and gorgeous as a fairy-tale. Jason half-expected birds to turn up and perch on his shoulder and burst into song, though all that happened was one more sigh and a halfhearted grumble o
