“Checking, huh? Is that what the kids call it these days?” His friend sniggered. “I bet you checked on that sweet little cowgirl all night.”
“I spent all my time working on the cabins for Hayden. There was no night, Royce. Make a comment like that again and you’ll regret it,” he promised darkly.
“Admit it. You want that girl. I heard Hayden talking about her. She’s young and sweet. Everything your usual bed partners aren’t. Are you having a midlife crisis or something?”
Fuck. His friend just didn’t know when to shut the hell up.
“I’m thirty-three. A man does not have a midlife crisis until he is actually in the middle of his life,” he shot back.
“Uh-huh,” Royce answered, almost placating him. “Does your sister know you have a black room?”
“My sister does not know and will never know
