Chapter 9
“I’m too old for this,” Dirk grumbled as they waited for the elevator in his apartment building.
“s*x?” Maverick looked at him with dismay.
“No. Running like that. I’m only just recovering, even after driving over here.”
“Damn. You’re how old. Thirty-three, thirty-four? And you were a cop. You should be in top physical condition.”
“Tell that to my legs and lungs. And I’m only thirty-two.”
“Good. That means there’s only six years between us,” Maverick remarked as the elevator doors opened.
“Hum. I had you pegged a year or two younger.” Dirk pushed the button for the third floor.
“Nope. Good genes.”
“Very good…” Dirk’s gaze wandered down to the tight pants Maverick was wearing, “…jeans. And well filled.” He took a step closer.
Maverick wagged a finger at him. “Wait until
