Chapter 15
Vic spent the early part of Saturday lounging around the apartment, dressed in his bathrobe. A little before noon, he changed, pulling on an old tank top and a thin pair of boxers. Matt wore something similar; they looked like a pair of bums but it felt damn good not to have to dress in work duds. He wouldn’t bother with clothing at all if not for Kyle’s damn get-together and Matt’s desire to show that ass just how wrong he’d been about holding out for…
For me.
Vic felt an unusual twinge of pride. He wasn’t a catch in anyone’s book—he knew what he looked like, he faced off with that big lug of a man in the mirror every morning. He wasn’t about to start winning any beauty pageants this late in the game, God knew. There were sexier men out there, handsome devils with bewitchi
