“This is definitely impressive,” Teague said, running one finger over the scar on Hoyt’s shoulder. “A badge of courage, although a fading one now.”
“I’ll be glad when it’s gone. Too many memories attached to it. Although…” Hoyt paused what he was doing. “I guess if it hadn’t have been for Irwin we’d never have met, so I suppose him shooting me has an upside.”
“If it hadn’t been for you we’d never have stopped him, but we are not going to rehash all of that. I have other things we should be talking about. Like why it’s taking you so damned long to unbutton my shirt?”
“Because you’re distracting me? Who knew you’d be such a chatterbox at a time like this?” Hoyt finally managed to remove Teague’s shirt. He stepped back, racking his gaze over Teague’s chest. “When do you find time to work o
