“Fucking in-breds,” I muttered as I pulled out of the gravel parking area.
When I pulled up to Consetta’s, Ned was sitting on a wooden staircase that looked as if it was about to fall apart. He waved when he saw me.
“Hey there,” he called as I got out of the car, beer tucked under my arm.
“I bear gifts,” I called back and tilted to the side so he could see what I was carrying. “Thought you might like a beer.”
“I never met one I didn’t like,” he said. When he stood up, I could see that the top button of his jeans was undone, his t-shirt was a size too small and rode up just above his belly button. I looked away, but not before I saw his treasure trail. A blush rose to my cheeks.
“Bet you never even noticed the stairs,” Ned said as he offered to take the beers from me
I let him take the bag and couldn’t help but hope our hands would touch. “Can’t say that I have, actually.”
“Come on up and take a look.”