Chapter 17
As they walked across the lobby to the front desk, numerous eyes seemed to follow his lover. Jack scowled and curled his fingers around Tom’s arm possessively.
“Jack?”
“I don’t like the way they’re all staring at you.”
“Who?”
“All these—” He wouldn’t be so blatant as to point, but he gave a discreet nod. “—guys.”
“Jack, if they’re looking at anyone, it’s you. You’re such eye candy, don’t you know that?” Tom smiled at him.
“Oh.” Jack suddenly felt like a teenager who realized he was going to get lucky for the very first time. A little flustered, he turned to the clerk. A different one was on duty. He was more clothed—he wore a vest as well as a bowtie. “We’re checking in. Jackson and Weber.”
The desk clerk took Jack’s credit card and had him fill out the paperwork.
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