Josh’s sigh of relief trickled off into a little laugh. “Okay. Cool. I hoped you were but I didn’t really know.”
One of Chad’s eyebrows arched above his brow. “Seriously? I find it hard to believe someone like you isn’t beating guys off left and right.”
Josh opened his mouth to reply, but he saw the gleam in Chad’s eye and recognized the innuendo in Chad’s words a second later. His laugh was genuine, this time. “At the moment I’ve sort of been concentrating on solo performances.”
Chad grinned. “We’ll have to see about changing that. So, are we on for lunch, or what?”
“You want to ride back to my place with me?” Josh asked, surprised at the boldness he heard in his own voice. “I usually smell much better, I promise.”
“I like a sweaty man,” Chad told him. “Will my bike fit in your car?”
