Josh shifted in his seat, cursing when a cramp rippled from his lower back around to his ribs. His ass was numb and one of his legs was asleep, and he was bored out of his ever-lovin’ mind! On top of all that, he’d accumulated a few days’ growth of sparse facial hair that made him look like a seventeen year old boy desperate to pass as an adult, and—Josh sniffed cautiously, grimacing at the assault to his olfactory nerve. He smelt funky. How was that even possible when he had showered last night and hadn’t done anything more than sit on his butt for the past several hours? Josh smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand and grunted. Lowering the window more might help. So would turning on the AC and getting some air circulating. It was quite possible, he decided, that he wasn’t cut out for this whole stalking thing. Three days of it, and his brain cells were clearly deteriorating. He could just show up at the ranch and hope Nick would talk to him…decently…without cursing and/or yelling, but Josh really wanted to talk to Nick alone, and he was more than a little afraid of outing the older man.
