Page 100 of Those Summer Nights (Sweet Cravings 2)

“What?” squealed Kristen. “There’s no way Tim Wood is gay.”

“How about Bryce Walker?” I suggested. “He kinda looks like J.J.”

“Oooh, he’s yummy. And speaking of yummy, this gyro is freaking fantastic.”

We flipped through the rest of the athletes as Kristen finished her feast. By the end she had narrowed it down to a dozen that she was going to try to “get to know.” Which definitely meant bang.

“If you two are done, we should probably open for real now,” said J.J. “It’s almost lunchtime.”

I smiled up at him. “Okay. But first I have a surprise for you.”

“You do?” he asked.

“I do. Close your eyes.”

“Should I be here for this?” asked Kristen. “If it involves a Thanksgiving turkey or a rolling pin, please let me leave first.”

I laughed. “That would be entirely inappropriate to do in our brand-new restaurant.”

“Not to mention a potential health code violation,” added J.J.

Kristen gave me a sassy look. “You mean to tell me that you two recreated Greece and dressed each other up in togas and didn’t end up banging on the floor? Or better yet, in front of that mirror? What a waste.”

Of course we did. I gulped as I flashed back to when J.J. had me pinned up against one of the pillars.

“Oh my God,” said Kristen. “You guys did do it!”

“What? No.”

“Can I open my eyes yet?” asked J.J.

“No, come with me.” I led him out the front door onto the Rehoboth boardwalk. Just as I had requested, my present had been delivered this morning. “Okay, open ‘em.” As he opened his eyes, I pulled the sheet off the statue I had commissioned of him wearing a toga and standing in a heroic lifeguard pose. It was everything I had hoped for and more.

“Whoa,” said J.J.

“Does that mean you like it?” I asked.

“Penis!” yelled Kristen.

J.J. laughed. “Why is there such a visible outline of my penis?”

I had been focused on the face and the abs. But they were absolutely right. “I guess the shorts you were wearing in the reference photo were a little clingy.”

“Well I love it,” he said with a huge grin.

“Really? You’re not mad about the penis?”

“No one could be mad about a penis like that. Is it for real that big?” whispered Kristen.

I shrugged. “Try not to be too jealous.”

“You’re going to be the jealous one after I come back from the games with Lebron James on my arm.”

“He’s married,” said J.J.

“Fine. Bryce Walker.”

“Way out of your league.”

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