“It’s good to see you again,” Chris said. He lightly spun Scooter’s chair around and tipped it back until Scooter literally was trapped in the chair, his feet off the floor and Chris leaning over him.
Chris was still too damn familiar in a way he really shouldn’t be anymore. His cologne was the same brand he’d been using for as long as Scooter had known him.
The scent yanked at Scooter, tendrils of memory that curled around his spine. There had been a time when just the smell of it had been enough to get Scooter hard and wanting.
“Chris,” Scooter said, and his throat closed a little, making it harder to talk. “What…how’d you get back here?”
“Just walked on back,” Chris said. “It wasn’t very busy out on the floor. And I’ve missed our little chats.”
Scooter hadn’t. The first year Andy h
