The door flew open. I didn’t think you were coming. Ducks pointed to his board accusingly, free hand on his hip. Riv groaned. “Not you too? Del’s already laid into me this morning about being late.” Running a hand through his hair, he leaned against the doorframe. “I can’t catch a break.” The kiss was apologetic. Well, and damn hot, even with his spine smashed uncomfortably against the doorjamb. “Get a room.” The wolf-whistle from the lounge area across the hall made them jump apart, and Ducks laughed, blushing. I was just kidding. I thought maybe you’d forgotten your little meeting with the good doctor. “Shit,” Riv exclaimed, horror-struck. You did forget, didn’t you. It was a statement rather than a question. Ducks snickered. Oops? “Maybe we could just pretend neither of us remembered, and go to the beach before he finds me?” Nope. He wasn’t even finished writing it when Riv heard someone coming down the hall whistling, and turned to see the old geezer in question making a beeline for him.
