Going to see Garrett on a weekend seemed like a good idea at the time, but once there, they stared at each other not saying a word.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Oh, just cleaning this buffet up.”
Eron licked his lips at the ripple of muscle beneath Garrett’s shirtsleeve as he smoothed the cloth over the sideboard’s surface. “It’s looking good. Is this the type of furniture you want to have in your inn someday?”
Garrett beamed. “Oh, yes.”
“It’s beautiful.” Eron questioned his intent. “Running a small inn is a respectable business.”
“In Britain, the maids and butlers employed in service run small inns in their retirement.”
“Nice to help people relax on their vacations. We don’t get enough time off in this country.”
A couple approached Garrett’s booth. Eron stepped around to the back and grabbed
