Zane stood in his bedroom, still carrying an afghan-clad Rory. Rory reached up and ran the fingers of his right hand over the tickly stubble on Zane’s head. He knew Zane would soon be shaving the scalp smooth again. Although shaven-headed Zane was sexy—he so rocked the bad boy look—Rory yearned to be able to run his fingers through something more substantial. He didn’t know what the big guy had against hair—Zane spent enough time nuzzling the top of Rory’s head.
Rory’s hands smoothed along Zane’s oh-so-broad shoulders. “Hunkster,” he whispered.
“What’s a hunkster?”
Rory kissed Zane’s right ear. “Congratulations, you just won the daily double.”
“Huh?” Zane turned his head to meet Rory’s gaze, his brow creased in confusion.
Rory reached up and smoothed out the lines. “The Jeopardy! Dail
