His squeezing felt soothing and needed. I didn’t push him away. “Glad I could help.” I wanted to kiss him but didn’t. Boundaries were important to have. Kissing coworkers just happened to be prohibited at Northshire. Harassment cases were unnecessary. I wasn’t about to cross that line, although I wanted to.
“You’re a good man, Barker. And a good friend.” One of his palms swirled against my spine. “You make it easy to like you.”
As he pulled away, I told him, “Good to know.”
He looked across the shimmering pond. “I still don’t see the artist. I’m not saying he’s not there. I’m just saying that I don’t see him.”
“He’s still there. Busy at work. It’s what he does.”
“Interesting,” he said, and left my side, busying himself with work. Off he went. Ass tilted left. Ass tilted right. Strong
