Page 8 of Drunk Dialing

“You didn’t. I’m just…off-balance.” Treat should understand that. He was all about balance.

“Yeah. I mean, you did pour your heart out on the phone. That had to hurt your brain.” That wink made him snort.

“It hurt my pride, for sure. Damn.”

Treat sobered. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel that way. It was—It was good to hear it.”

“Gentlemen, may I get you something to drink?” their server asked, smiling at them.

“Two Shiners, please, and waters.” Treat didn’t even hesitate, and Jake rolled his eyes but nodded.

“Bossy old man.”

“I just know what you like.”

“You do.” And he’d been existing on Bud Light thanks to how damn expensive a bock was.

“Then don’t stress it. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

He took a deep breath, then nodded. That was fair. For now.

Chapter Three

Treat settled up the bill, his belly full of good food, and headed back to meet Jake at the main entrance, surprised the man hadn’t gotten an Uber and run in the interim.

He looked like a fractious mustang, all wild eyes and tensed muscles.

It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen, bar none.

Well…if there was better, Treat knew Jake and naked had been involved.

Whew. Jake naked. “Where are you staying?” he asked Jake as they headed to the truck.

“KOA off Gembler. It’s chilly right now, but decent.”

“You’re sleeping in your truck?” Jake slept in the bed of his truck a lot. Or in a tent.

“I got me a pop-up, so it’s not sitting in my truck out where anyone can grab.”

“Well, you can come with me to the hotel.” He had a room at the Marriott.

“Can I? I mean, I can?”

“You can.” He gave Jake a stare, hoping his meaning came through.

Jake sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, searching his eyes. “Yeah. Okay. One night. I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day, right?”

“It is. And we might as well live it up.” As if he would let Jake go after this.

“I need my truck, my bag. It’s at the fairgrounds.”

“Okay. We’ll go get your bag.”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “Not my truck?”

“Nope. You’re riding again. We’ll get it then.”

“You are a bossy son of a bitch.”

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