Ryan stood in a long line at Kroger’s that stretched into the aisle. Angry at the delay and impatient to be off, he drummed his fingers on the push bar of his grocery cart. The day before a big football game, all the tailgaters are out stocking up and the cheap jerks open one check out. Idiots.
He sighed deeply and shifted his weight. As he moved into the checkout lane, he glanced at the magazines on the rack: Health and Fitness.
Shit!
There on the cover was some muscle guy that looked remarkably like Jim the physical therapist, who was at home right now and probably had his hands all over André.
Where did that come from?
Yes, Jim was built. Ryan’s initial assessment was confirmed when Jim entered the house and took off his jacket. He wore a tight fitting tee, making him look more l
