Andy woke slowly, warm and fuzzy-brained. His whole body ached, but he felt pleased anyway, though it took him a couple of minutes to remember the whys: oh, right. The utter hell that had been Memorial Day in a tourist restaurant—and then the surprise party, with its vodka and hugs and kissing.
Oh, God, he’d kissed Scooter. Scooter had kissed him. It had been sweet and chaste and that should not be making Andy’s stomach erupt into butterflies. But God, the look in Scooter’s eyes…
Andy sat up, groaning at the protesting muscles in his back and legs. The sooner he got Trick walked and got his hands on a mug of coffee, the better. Wait. Why wasn’t Trick already half on the bed, demanding that Andy hurry up and get his ass into gear?
Andy opened his eyes, frowning in confusion. There wasn’t
