Having dinner with Kurt while they were working far from San Diego was normal. Kurt ragging on Mike because he liked his steaks on the bloody side was normal. Thinking about how Kurt looked coming undone in the shower…not so normal, or maybe that was just not so normal for Mike.
Kurt kicked him under the table. “Don’t obsess.”
“Sorry.”
“So while we’re killing time waiting for the bureaucracy above us to get off their collective asses, tell me when you’re planning on getting your bike back on the road. Have you fixed the faring yet?”
Mike smiled a little. He’d laid down his Suzuki on a turn and done some damage to the motorcycle. It was repairable but he’d been busy and the poor thing was gathering dust in his garage at the moment. “I had a go with some epoxy but I’m not sure it’s going
