“You have a good dog, Kenton. He gave me a real check over before deciding I was okay.”
Con smiled, and for Kenton it was like seeing the sun shine after a storm. The smile transformed Con’s face and made the arousal that had simmered since coming into close proximity with Con flare brightly. Con turned to stare at him, as if aware of Kenton’s wayward thoughts.
Ignoring the heat from the blush that rose up from his neck to his cheeks, Kenton put the coffees down. He looked up, intending to ask Con about cream or sugar, but the words died on his lips. Con’s eyes held a mix of desire and hunger that left Kenton frozen where he stood.
“You feel it, too.”
Con wasn’t asking a question; he was making a statement, and Kenton didn’t possess the wits or want to lie to him. “Yes, yes I do.”
“No
