Chapter 9
Barry was at the countertop mixing cookie dough when he saw a brief flash of red shirt cuffs before hands covered his eyes and he was pulled against a solid chest.
“Guess who?” a low, sultry voice asked.
“Oh, Rory. Please be careful. Anyone could just walk in and catch us.”
Barry felt Jake stiffen behind him, and not in the good way.
Barry ran his hands up the muscular arms he knew so well. “And you’d really be in trouble if Jake was the one to find us. He’s the real jealous type. You’d have to fight him for me. And if you did anything that damaged his beautiful and oh so sexy body then I’d have to kill you. No, Rory, I’m sorry, but it just can’t be. I’m spoken for, twice.”
“Good save,” Jake whispered in Barry’s ear before uncovering his eyes, spinning him around, and cla
