The Things We Do“Scotty Reedville, if you stare any harder at that man, there’ll be holes in his pants,” my boss Gavin Chang said, shaking his well-coifed graying head and sighing at my obsessive behavior.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, snarky as ever. Still, I kept my eye on the tight-looking rear end of my unwanted crush through the glass window at the front of the office as he jogged toward a group of men standing by one of the company trucks.
The snug, dusty blue jeans that emphasized toned legs and the long-sleeved black T-shirt that hugged his upper body and arms to perfection made me drool. Unwillingly, of course, since I would never admit my attraction aloud to anyone, least of all him.
“That man” was the head of all the landscaping crews, Ryker Callen—a ve
