Monday morning rolled around and he was up early, peering out the front door so many times his dad finally asked if he was expecting a package. He tried not to snort his coffee when his mind immediately went to a dirty place, thinking about Sam’s package. s**t, yes, he wanted that package, too. He wanted all of Sam.
When he heard a car, he practically ran to the front door, but it wasn’t Sam. It was the contractor he’d called about doing some work. In all the drama of the last few days, Graham had completely forgotten the appointment.
A large bearded man about Graham’s age, wearing a Royals baseball cap, lifted his hand to rap on the door just as Graham pulled it open.
Graham smiled. “Sorry. I saw you coming up the walkway.”
The man smiled and offered his hand. “No worries. You Graham
