A hard, firm pressure grasped and fondled his arse. Dean almost flinched, but not wishing to be a laughing stock, he moved away, outwardly calm, inwardly flustered. The man who squeezed flashed a smile, and after a second, Dean duplicated the gesture—there and gone—together with a small shake of his head. Though the other man exhibited disappointment, he shrugged in a manner Dean interpreted as can’t blame a man for trying, and moved on, shooting a few backwards glances. Guess he should be flattered by such obvious interest, and from someone good-looking. Instead, sweat broke out on his forehead, only in part from the much warmer temperature inside the building. Now aware of them, many more admiring peeks from other men made Dean uneasy. He raised a hand as he caught sight of April making
