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the opportunity to rub against him with another hug. As long as Goldie didn’t tell Cole to stop, he was going enjoy every moment. “We can wear his jeans and T-shirts so no one recognizes your style, and they’ll be kind of baggy so no one recognizes your butt. You have a very distinctive butt.”
Cole nodded, standing by the remark.
Goldie’s jaw dropped for a moment, eyes wide; then he turned to throw out the core of the apple he’d almost choked on. “Well, okay, I guess I could um, wear baggy pants if you think that would help.”
In triumph, Cole grinned. “Let’s go! C’mon!”
He started to race out of the kitchen, then paused and looked back at Goldie. “How long has it been since you did something like this?”
Goldie’s smile was endearing, like he was reliving a fond memory. “A few years, I guess. I took a pretty big chance that night, but it seemed to work out well.”
He followed Cole up the stairs and then headed to his room. Goldie returned to the hallway a moment later holding a pair of skinny jeans. “Let’s get people looking at your butt. Then they’ll totally miss mine, I’m sure.”
Before Cole could respond, Goldie kissed his cheek. “Okay, I’m going to have a quick shower and try to look ordinary. See you in twenty.”
Cole stared after Goldie, then looked at the jeans he’d been given. He could definitely use a shower, preferably with a happy ending. He followed Goldie with his gaze until the door to the master bedroom closed. Then he turned and went into his room—his room, in Goldie’s house—to get ready.
After a stress-relief shower, he pulled on the jeans he’d been given, the shoes he’d arrived in, sans socks since they were nasty, and the shirt Goldie had loaned him. Then he finger-combed his short, damp hair and wandered into the hall to wait.
Goldie emerged from the master bedroom, holding a phone to his ear. His hair was tied with a plain band, a green baseball cap on his head. A plain white T-shirt clung to his abs in all the right places. The jeans were far too tight and artfully ratted out to belong to an ordinary discount-store shopper. He kept the scruff, which helped, and a pair of aviator sunglasses covered his distinctive eyes.
“Robbie? It’s Goldie. Look, I want to go to Kmart, and I need some pants. And uh, an American car. Or a truck?”
Cole couldn’t make out what was being said on the other end, but it sounded loud.
“No, Jett’s not high. He’s not even with me. I’m going with another friend. His, uh, son.”
There was another exclamation. Goldie held up a finger and retreated into his room.
After a few minutes, Goldie returned, all smiles. “Okay, so Uncle Robbie will be here shortly with some pants for me and an SUV.”
Cole nodded, staring at Goldie’s tight jeans and grateful he’d taken the time to rub one out in the shower. On the bright side, Goldie had told someone else that Cole was Jethro’s son. He really did believe him.
Kneading the back of his neck, Cole wondered how much that hurt his chances of convincing Goldie that he was better for him than Jethro.
“Wait, not uncle. Well, okay, Robbie’s my security guy and not really blood related, but he’s like family. You’ll just love him!”
Pondering how Goldie could confuse a blood relation with a bodyguard, Cole followed Goldie down the stairs. Goldie seemed oblivious to Cole’s staring, or maybe he just appeared to be. It was hard to imagine Cole was the first guy who’d stared at Goldie’s ass.
Outside, tires crunched on the driveway, and Goldie peeked out the window. He lit up, so Cole opened the door and wandered out.
Emerging from the driver’s door of the SUV was a big, fatherly-looking black man who sized up Cole the moment their eyes met. Something about the man seemed dangerous despite his respectable appearance, and Cole didn’t think it was only Midwestern minority anxiety.
The man eyed Cole with open suspicion.
“Uh, Goldie?” Cole grew nervous
Cole nodded, standing by the remark.
Goldie’s jaw dropped for a moment, eyes wide; then he turned to throw out the core of the apple he’d almost choked on. “Well, okay, I guess I could um, wear baggy pants if you think that would help.”
In triumph, Cole grinned. “Let’s go! C’mon!”
He started to race out of the kitchen, then paused and looked back at Goldie. “How long has it been since you did something like this?”
Goldie’s smile was endearing, like he was reliving a fond memory. “A few years, I guess. I took a pretty big chance that night, but it seemed to work out well.”
He followed Cole up the stairs and then headed to his room. Goldie returned to the hallway a moment later holding a pair of skinny jeans. “Let’s get people looking at your butt. Then they’ll totally miss mine, I’m sure.”
Before Cole could respond, Goldie kissed his cheek. “Okay, I’m going to have a quick shower and try to look ordinary. See you in twenty.”
Cole stared after Goldie, then looked at the jeans he’d been given. He could definitely use a shower, preferably with a happy ending. He followed Goldie with his gaze until the door to the master bedroom closed. Then he turned and went into his room—his room, in Goldie’s house—to get ready.
After a stress-relief shower, he pulled on the jeans he’d been given, the shoes he’d arrived in, sans socks since they were nasty, and the shirt Goldie had loaned him. Then he finger-combed his short, damp hair and wandered into the hall to wait.
Goldie emerged from the master bedroom, holding a phone to his ear. His hair was tied with a plain band, a green baseball cap on his head. A plain white T-shirt clung to his abs in all the right places. The jeans were far too tight and artfully ratted out to belong to an ordinary discount-store shopper. He kept the scruff, which helped, and a pair of aviator sunglasses covered his distinctive eyes.
“Robbie? It’s Goldie. Look, I want to go to Kmart, and I need some pants. And uh, an American car. Or a truck?”
Cole couldn’t make out what was being said on the other end, but it sounded loud.
“No, Jett’s not high. He’s not even with me. I’m going with another friend. His, uh, son.”
There was another exclamation. Goldie held up a finger and retreated into his room.
After a few minutes, Goldie returned, all smiles. “Okay, so Uncle Robbie will be here shortly with some pants for me and an SUV.”
Cole nodded, staring at Goldie’s tight jeans and grateful he’d taken the time to rub one out in the shower. On the bright side, Goldie had told someone else that Cole was Jethro’s son. He really did believe him.
Kneading the back of his neck, Cole wondered how much that hurt his chances of convincing Goldie that he was better for him than Jethro.
“Wait, not uncle. Well, okay, Robbie’s my security guy and not really blood related, but he’s like family. You’ll just love him!”
Pondering how Goldie could confuse a blood relation with a bodyguard, Cole followed Goldie down the stairs. Goldie seemed oblivious to Cole’s staring, or maybe he just appeared to be. It was hard to imagine Cole was the first guy who’d stared at Goldie’s ass.
Outside, tires crunched on the driveway, and Goldie peeked out the window. He lit up, so Cole opened the door and wandered out.
Emerging from the driver’s door of the SUV was a big, fatherly-looking black man who sized up Cole the moment their eyes met. Something about the man seemed dangerous despite his respectable appearance, and Cole didn’t think it was only Midwestern minority anxiety.
The man eyed Cole with open suspicion.
“Uh, Goldie?” Cole grew nervous
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