Jesus, the man was something else. A real Pollyanna. A hot, stacked Pollyanna. Fuck. Dan pointed to the right when it came time to turn off. "There's a little alleyway there where you can park your car off the street. See?" "Yeah. Yeah, I got you." He slipped the car into the alleyway, put her in neutral. "Come on in. There's cake. And cookies. And while I've got a little TV, there really isn't all that much to do in there. Take pity on me, okay?" "I... Sure. Sure, my other option is unpacking." He winked to take the edge off the words. He wasn't sure he'd even bother doing that for a few weeks, see if Rache needed him to get a bigger place first. "Come on, then." Dan climbed out, giving him a nice view of the man's ass. He threw her in park, killed the ignition, locked up, and headed out, following. It was warm in the bakery and smelled good. "I've got a back room." "I'd hope so.
