Bear lay on his back in bed, hands under his head, thinking about Dane Garrison. He’d showered, and was wearing a clean pair of boxer briefs, which supported his d**k and balls while working. The trim, dark blue uniform only heightened Dane’s good looks. Despite the rush of excitement that rolled through him and caused his tongue to tingle any time Dane was near, fear caused him to tighten up. The urge to flirt, to give him the unspoken invitation for s*x known as the look, was so strong it was tough to control. There’d never been a man, much less a colleague, he’d wanted like this.
He only had to make it through Wednesday, he told himself. Their next shift wasn’t until Sunday. Three days to go. With dismay, he remembered slow-pitch was Friday. He’d be with him four days out of seven. He
