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DUSTY

Want to get together tonight?

I slipped my phone back in my pocket and headed back. A few minutes later, I felt a vibration in my pocket and hoped it was Joe, saying he wanted to see me. My mind wandered to Joe and how much I liked him. Then I thought about all the things I wanted to do to his body. Mont startled me out of my thoughts, and I wasn’t sure how long we had been talking.

“Is there anything else pending, Dusty?” I looked up, unsure what I had missed.

“Nope, I think that covers everything. I’ll send out an email if something was forgotten.” I sprinted out of the conference room and slipped into my office.

On my screen were the words I wanted to see.

JOE

Yes.

Come on over, we’ll watch that movie with Connie Britton. I know how you like her.

Order pizza?

DUSTY

Perfect. I’ll bring dessert. See you around 6:00 p.m.

JOE

See you then.

I’ve been friends with Joe for almost two years now, we’ve fooled around for a while, but suddenly I had all these new feelings that I didn’t know how to handle—I needed to get a grip.

The other problem was when he said he had flirted with the cowboy; there was something that squeezed my heart, but in a way that turned me on and made me possessive.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I did know it started with spending more time with the hot photographer.

Chapter twelve

GENTRY

“You know, there is only one other man I trust with my semen.”

I rubbed my hands over my face and squeezed the bridge of my nose. We were sitting in the middle of a nice restaurant, and Martin Wilson's voice carried. He had to do this on purpose.

“I wasn’t aware,” I said, speaking quieter, hoping he would get the hint.

“The other person I trust with my semen is my son.”

Fucking, Christ. “Martin, you can’t sit in a nice restaurant and talk about how your son handles your semen. People are going to take that wrong.”

“I don’t care what people think. You and my son are great at collecting it, and it’s valuable. If that bothers them, then that’s on them.” He gave me a shit-eating grin and took a bite of his steak.

“Don’t ever change, Martin,” I said as I enjoyed my meal.

“How are you and Joe doing? He seems like a limber young man.” He raised an eyebrow.

I almost choked on the food in my mouth. “I think that’s inappropriate—”

“Gentry, what kind of pervert do you think I am. You and I both know how important that is when on a horse. He has a hell of a ride coming up. I promised my son-in-law that we would have him ready to go and he would be safe out there.”

I blushed. Unfortunately, the things we had done came roaring to the forefront of my mind, which made me go from a blush to straight red.