Chapter 22
“I’m stealing Andy,” Scooter called out just as the lunch rush was dying down. “We’ll be back before dinner.” He’d taken a little care with his appearance, which really wasn’t saying much between his pathetic wardrobe and the heat, but he’d pulled out his super-thin blue tee, the one that left nothing whatsoever to the imagination and which he’d used to great effect back in his clubbing days, and a white linen button-down that he left hanging open, along with his lightest, tightest jeans and boots. He’d slicked his hair back, but it was already falling in his face. One of these days, he was going to need to either commit to wearing it long, or get a f*****g haircut already.
Pathetic wardrobe or not, Andy’s eyes darkened gratifyingly, and then he was yanking off the apron and p
