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“What do you mean you're the plumber?” Jack asked when we pulled up in front of Owen Reid's house.
We made it as far as the hood of the van before kissing again, bodies pressed together. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to sink myself into the craving I had for Jack. The way he was breathing, I figured Jack was thinking the same thing. It might've been below zero, but we weren't alone on the public street so we kept it mostly PG-13. Unfortunately. Sadly, it was pretty easy to do since our clothing was at least two inches thick.
“Your uncle hired me and my dad to replace all the pipes in the kitchen.”
“Where's your dad?”
“He's retired. I'm buying the business off of him. In fact, once you pay me, I'll be able to give him his last installment. Then the business is all mine.” The very
