The first thing Dan noticed as he pulled into the driveway at Scott’s place was that the mobile home was gone. The next thing he saw took his breath away. Scott was working at the side of the house. He was doing some sort of planting, and—he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Scott stood and waved as Dan pulled in. Scott’s body glistened with sweat in the late afternoon sun. He removed his sunglasses and wiped his brow with his forearm as he began to walk toward Dan’s truck. Dan felt himself respond to the sight of the man, shirtless, and wearing shorts that showed off his muscular legs with every stride.
Much to Dan’s disappointment Scott grabbed a shirt that was hanging over the split rail fence that surrounded the yard. He slipped it over his head, hiding from view the smooth, chiseled, muscular
