Page 961 of One More Kiss

Hudson and Reis had recently been essentially renting themselves out both for money and the experience they could record for their residency. Plus, as Hudson frequently pointed out, they got to see gorgeous women in swimsuits.

After flashing his badge at security, Reis pushed his way into the pool area. The humidity hit him in the face like a warm blanket. He doffed his polo shirt right away, revealing a white tank top. Reis spotted Hudson standing over in the medical staff kiosk on the opposite side of the pool.

Reis came around the rear of the pool, making sure not to get in between the event and the spectators, or worse, the judges. The judges were supposed to be a huge deal.

They looked like a bunch of bitter old people to him, but whatever.

When he finally got over to his troopmate, Hudson stared at Reis’s bare arms and sighed. “You’re supposed to be wearing the polo.”

“Hudson, it’s like a hundred degrees in here.”

“Not even close. It’s holding steady at seventy-nine.”

“How do you even know that?”

He showed Reis a digital thermometer displayed on the screen of his cell phone. “You should get the app. Now that you’re finally here, we’re supposed to inspect all of the first aid stations.”

“You could have done that without me.”

Hudson snorted. “And let you miss out on all the fun? Hell no. If I have to suffer, so do you.”

Hudson said something else snarky, probably offensive knowing him, but Reis was too distracted to listen to his friend’s diatribe. Not when he drew a deep breath, his heart racing as he caught a scent—the most delicious scent he had ever known but was sure he was smelling for the first time in his life.

Reis’s gorilla raged inside him, jumping and beating the floor of his soul with plate-sized fists. That part of him felt it, too.

Reis huffed the air, ignoring Hudson as he sought the source of the scent.

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