Rory was thrilled at how his man—he’d already begun to think of Zane as his—could charm anyone. He’d sure charmed Rory. Rory jumped when he felt Zane squeezing his leg. Previously, their touching had always been above the waist, obviously Zane was comfortable to go lower. Rory rubbed his sneakered foot against Zane’s leg, and Zane soon reciprocated, a playful smile teasing at the corners of the big man’s lips.
The game of footsy soon had Rory needing to adjust himself in his Wranglers.
The arrival of their meals came as something of a relief, although this soon turned to disappointment upon tasting it. The food was definitely below par. Either the special was better than Rory’s salad, or Zane was just hungry, because he made rapid inroads into his steak. Rory played with his food more th
