Chapter 10
Harris knocked on Tucker’s bedroom door.
“Come in.”
Shirtless, Tucker stood in front of his closet in a pair of khakis.
Younger, athletic, tall. Harris chided himself for feeling jealous.
“What are you doing?” Harris asked.
“Getting ready for work. Did you want to hang out? Sorry.” Tucker grabbed a light blue shirt and pulled it over his head.
“You want me to drive you in?” Harris asked.
“You think you’re ready?”
“I’ve been working out for two days, no muscle problems or reflex issues. I should be ready to give it a go.” And he was also eager to get out of the apartment again, since he hadn’t left since his Sunday lunch with Peyton. They’d texted back and forth a few times, but Harris was mindful not to overdo it.
“All right. We have to leave in, like, five minutes.”
