Chapter 11In spite of all the pancakes, fried eggs, and bacon they’d had for breakfast, no one said no to a light lunch of sandwiches. However, that was a bit too light for Pat and JR, so they raided the fridge for potato salad and cole slaw as well. Then they’d all gone to their various rooms to get ready for the outing to the Botanic Garden.
Now, Pat stood in black boxer briefs and a black T-shirt—the fact that the shorts framed his junk nicely and the shirt hugged his biceps and pecs was totally immaterial; he hadn’t chosen them on the off chance Kit might see them—and scowled at the clothes he’d yanked out of his side of the closet and scattered across the bed. Dockers, sweatpants, jeans, dress shirts, henleys, sweatshirts—nothing pleased him.
JR, on the other hand, had finished dres
