As Dan’s footsteps faded, Mal released his held breath in a rush. Dan was gay and he was attracted. Ohmygod. Oh! My! God! He sank onto the chair, then sat for a few minutes staring at nothing while he let it all soak in. His c**k twitched at the memory of Dan’s hands, warm and strong, yet so gentle.
After they got to the bottom of the truck damage…Dan was concerned about his hand, not turned off or repelled or disgusted. He’d seemed concerned, caring, anyway. At least he’d said so. Man, this was amazing. Wonderful, scary and close to unbelievable. He almost hoped he’d find something wrong with the Silverado. Then maybe Dan could go to the law or something and get back to business as usual—whether it included Mal or not.
For a few breaths, he thought about going out to the garage right no
