Ethan lay on his back, the upper half of his body lost in the cabinet. Paul watched him work and gave no further thought to getting dressed. More than once he apologized for Corey’s stupidity. “I’m sorry about the pipe.”
“It’s cool.” Ethan reached for his toolbox, now on the floor beside him, his fingers fumbling through the tools as he searched for a smaller wrench.
Now’s my chance, Paul thought.
How long had he dreamed of a moment like this? Padding across the room, his bare feet silent on the kitchen floor, Paul stepped up beside the sink and stared down at Ethan’s crotch. The plumber’s shorts stretched taut across a bulge at his crotch that Paul suspected he had put there. What was the worst that could happen? Ethan could get offended and leave.
Somehow, Paul didn’t think that woul
