Chapter 4Under the circumstances, Jason considered that nobody’d blame him if he dropped a chunk of wood. Swung a hammer into the wrong wall. Stepped on Brad’s foot.
He couldn’t focus. Distracted.
Completely understandable distraction. Several other people were looking that way too.
The sight launched searing primal cravings into his head, his heart, his d**k. All of him.
Colby in torn jeans and an old T-shirt and a hat and gloves. Colby with bare arms and hair tied back. Colby stepping in to attack a bathroom cabinet with a crowbar, while the muscles of his arms and back rippled.
Jason’s entire body lit up. Electric. Rock-hard in his own jeans. Christ.
Colby was still pretty, because Colby would always be pretty: pointed chin, those cheekbones, huge eyes, a slimmer build than Jason
