the Levi that made his gut do somersaults.
Turning the corner, he found the end of a window air conditioner hanging at an awkward angle. He rushed over to level out the unit before it fell completely out of the window. “And the cavalry to the rescue. My knight in football pads.” Levi grunted as he pulled the unit inside.
“Why are you doing this all alone? Where’s your brother? Why didn’t you hire someone—“
“Save it, Coach, and pick up that post. I had the bitch in; it just decided it didn’t want to stay.” Levi ignored everything he’d said. He winced once when the AC tried to topple out again. Tracy couldn’t see him all that well, but he could tell the arm was hurting. “Push the post up under to keep it level.”
“I’ve done this before. This should be concreted in if it’s going to be permanent.” He found the post and shoved it under the base of the unit, wedging the bottom into the ground. The unit stayed level long enough for Levi to close the window. Left alone he waited to make sure the unit didn’t fall out. The sound of a power drill inside told him there was no chance of that now. “Can I come in?” he shouted through the open slits beside the unit.
“Front door is unlocked. Stop in the kitchen and grab a couple of beers, would ya?” The sound of the drill covered anything else Levi said. Tracy waited a moment just to make sure the whole thing didn’t come crashing down before he let himself into the trailer.
Cooler air greeted him the moment he walked in. He noted a few distinct changes and additions. The room was clean compared to the first time he’d been there. The few boxes littering the living room were missing, and a huge ceiling fan churned overhead. One he’d have to duck to miss walking into. The hallway off the living room now had a sheet of plastic taped over the entry, most likely to keep the main rooms cool. He closed the door and winded his way past the old furniture to the kitchen. Stopping long enough to grab a couple of beers and pop the tops. At least the man kept a stocked fridge. Real food too. Not just garbage. Cold air blasted him at knee level from the window behind the table. Levi had been busy.
In the bedroom, he found a sweat-soaked, nearly naked man flopped onto the bed, arms thrown back. The unit in the window made a feeble attempt to push the hot air from the room. Tracy surveyed the destruction of the window, deciding it would hold for a while.
“It doesn’t have to last long. Just long enough.” Levi said from the bed, he sat up and pushed his hair back from his face. “Got tired of baking every night.”
Tracy handed him a beer and leaned against the doorjamb to admire the view. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“But you were thinking it.” Levi leaned back on one elbow and rolled his neck. He took a long swallow from the bottle then pressed it to his forehead and neck.
“I was thinking something, but that wasn’t even in the same ballpark.” Tracy had to look away when Levi’s smile turned sensual. “Dinner. I came to see if you’d like to go to dinner with me.”
“As in out to dinner, or my place or yours and then raiding the fridge after?” Levi smirked behind his beer bottle, the hint of fire in his eyes proof that he’d played this game before.
“Well, we are at your place, and I was just in your fridge. And it’s still hot as fuck in here. How about steaks at my place? Farm raised steak.”
“Let me get this straight, you drove from your place over to my place, to ask me if I would like to come back to your place for steak? That’s one hell of a set up for a booty call.” Levi climbed out of the bed, his eyes snapping fire. Dressed in a pair of loose-fitting cargo shorts that hung low on his hips with no visible underwear, Levi moved like a cat, sensual and lithe as he closed the distance between them. This time pinning Tracy to the wall. “Or we could just get naked right now and then go to your
Turning the corner, he found the end of a window air conditioner hanging at an awkward angle. He rushed over to level out the unit before it fell completely out of the window. “And the cavalry to the rescue. My knight in football pads.” Levi grunted as he pulled the unit inside.
“Why are you doing this all alone? Where’s your brother? Why didn’t you hire someone—“
“Save it, Coach, and pick up that post. I had the bitch in; it just decided it didn’t want to stay.” Levi ignored everything he’d said. He winced once when the AC tried to topple out again. Tracy couldn’t see him all that well, but he could tell the arm was hurting. “Push the post up under to keep it level.”
“I’ve done this before. This should be concreted in if it’s going to be permanent.” He found the post and shoved it under the base of the unit, wedging the bottom into the ground. The unit stayed level long enough for Levi to close the window. Left alone he waited to make sure the unit didn’t fall out. The sound of a power drill inside told him there was no chance of that now. “Can I come in?” he shouted through the open slits beside the unit.
“Front door is unlocked. Stop in the kitchen and grab a couple of beers, would ya?” The sound of the drill covered anything else Levi said. Tracy waited a moment just to make sure the whole thing didn’t come crashing down before he let himself into the trailer.
Cooler air greeted him the moment he walked in. He noted a few distinct changes and additions. The room was clean compared to the first time he’d been there. The few boxes littering the living room were missing, and a huge ceiling fan churned overhead. One he’d have to duck to miss walking into. The hallway off the living room now had a sheet of plastic taped over the entry, most likely to keep the main rooms cool. He closed the door and winded his way past the old furniture to the kitchen. Stopping long enough to grab a couple of beers and pop the tops. At least the man kept a stocked fridge. Real food too. Not just garbage. Cold air blasted him at knee level from the window behind the table. Levi had been busy.
In the bedroom, he found a sweat-soaked, nearly naked man flopped onto the bed, arms thrown back. The unit in the window made a feeble attempt to push the hot air from the room. Tracy surveyed the destruction of the window, deciding it would hold for a while.
“It doesn’t have to last long. Just long enough.” Levi said from the bed, he sat up and pushed his hair back from his face. “Got tired of baking every night.”
Tracy handed him a beer and leaned against the doorjamb to admire the view. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“But you were thinking it.” Levi leaned back on one elbow and rolled his neck. He took a long swallow from the bottle then pressed it to his forehead and neck.
“I was thinking something, but that wasn’t even in the same ballpark.” Tracy had to look away when Levi’s smile turned sensual. “Dinner. I came to see if you’d like to go to dinner with me.”
“As in out to dinner, or my place or yours and then raiding the fridge after?” Levi smirked behind his beer bottle, the hint of fire in his eyes proof that he’d played this game before.
“Well, we are at your place, and I was just in your fridge. And it’s still hot as fuck in here. How about steaks at my place? Farm raised steak.”
“Let me get this straight, you drove from your place over to my place, to ask me if I would like to come back to your place for steak? That’s one hell of a set up for a booty call.” Levi climbed out of the bed, his eyes snapping fire. Dressed in a pair of loose-fitting cargo shorts that hung low on his hips with no visible underwear, Levi moved like a cat, sensual and lithe as he closed the distance between them. This time pinning Tracy to the wall. “Or we could just get naked right now and then go to your
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