He glanced at his watch. How weird was it that he was here early? He of the “keep ’em panting” philosophy. Of course, this was just business. Umm, what kind of business would that be exactly? What the hell do I care about architecture and tenant improvements? He breathed. I’m keeping my patient alive by reducing his stress. There, that’s an excellent story. The elevator door opened and the man himself stepped off in all his blue-collar glory—tall, though not as tall as Ken, shaggy hair that looked like someone had streaked his light brown with blond, brilliant green eyes that crinkled when he laughed, and hard muscles everywhere from all that delicious hammer swinging. Jim was walking next to a very pretty young guy. Jim looked over at him and stopped in his tracks. His Adam’s apple bounced, and then he painted on a smile and walked toward Ken with the cute guy beside him. “Hey, hi. Hope I’m not late.” He stuck out his hand and Ken took it, feeling the calluses all the way down his own arm.
