“No, but I have been handcuffed.” Pace winks, getting carefully to his feet. He has to put most of his weight on his uninjured right leg, but he manages to stand alone.
“Maybe I’d like to hear about that in the car,” Dawson says, feeling a little hot under the collar.
“Maybe I’ll tell you. If you give me a hand getting there, that is.” Pace has this cheeky, boy next door smile going on that makes Dawson want to give him anything he wants.
Dawson helps Pace walk to the car, trying not to enjoy being so close to Pace, knowing that he’ll sense Dawson’s arousal if he gets turned on. He manages to get Pace into the passenger seat without popping an inappropriate boner, like he’s back in high school.
They drive into town, and Dawson is ready to make small talk when Pace starts telling him ab
