Drew Cunningham Real fucking funny. Ridge was a laugh riot. Drew wasn’t used to be laughed at... ever. But, still, the man had a certain charm, and that lean, muscled body really did it for Drew. He listened as the water came on in the bathroom, imagining water running down the golden skin, tracing through the treasure trail on Ridge’s belly and down-- “So. Y’all done talking?” Christ. Shelby had shitty timing. Vexed, Drew looked at Ridge’s pal, noting the goofy smile and the annoying look in the light eyes. “Your eyes look like Kirstie Alley’s. Anybody ever tell you that?” “Whoa. Them’s fighting words, city boy.” “Didn’t you ever see The Wrath of Khan?” Drew rolled his eyes at the punk. Classic sci-fi. “Little before my time, Grandpa.” At that, Drew’s head went back and he took a long look at Ridge’s friend. Shelby’s muscled body and crew-cut blond hair made him look like he might have played for Notre Dame, but the provoking look in the eerie eyes was far more intelligent than that of the average offensive lineman.
