Page 69 of A Case of You

He felt for and found a nipple and pinched it, making Stuart squeal. “Go get it. We can’t leave that around for the girls to find.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” He climbed out and retrieved it from the hot tub while Jeff laughed.

“Guess we need a new rule.” He moved closer to Brandon, rolling toward him, snuggling with him. “Hot tub toy check.”

“Yeah.” Brandon’s arms closed around him. “Definitely.”

Stuart returned with it. “Had to use the pool dip net to get it. Guess this one sinks.”

“Good to know.”

“Ooh,” Jeff said.

“What?”

“We can make our boy go diving for dildos in the pool.”

Brandon snorted. “I think that’s a private party game Tilly’s already trademarked for the Suncoast Society.”

Jeff laughed as Stuart rejoined them in bed. “That sounds like something she’d do.”

Chapter Eighteen

The Monday after New Year’s, Jeff actually felt really good that morning. He’d been using the hot tub several times a day, and it certainly seemed to help. In fact, he felt good enough to take a drive over to Brooke’s garage to spend a couple of hours there.

Learning about carbs. Something his own auto tech training had been sorely lacking in, simply because the cars he’d worked on at the dealership, the majority of them had fuel injection systems.

On his way home, he had to pass the dealership he used to work at and decided to stop in to say hi.

Even better, the shop manager saw him talking to one of the mechanics and walked over.

“Hey, how are you doing?”

“Not perfect, but better. A lot better than I was before they diagnosed me.”

“When you going to turn wrenches again?”

“That’s not going to happen any time soon. I still get tired too easily. I can’t be on my feet all day, either.”

“How about sitting on a stool behind the parts counter?”

“Huh?”

“Bob Edmund hurt his back playing with his grandkids over Christmas. He’s going to be out a couple of months, at least. He needs surgery. They haven’t even advertised the job yet. You interested?”

Jeff wasn’t sure he’d heard him correctly. “I thought Bob was only part-time?” Bob was a nice guy, had retired from his first career as an airplane mechanic before starting work at the dealership part-time.

“He is. Twenty hours a week or so. You should go talk to Carl Dorsey, the parts manager.”

“I…I will.”

Technically, he should be talking to Brandon and Stuart, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up. Sitting behind the parts counter part-time?

That was perfect!

He hurried inside to find Carl and talk to him.

Twenty minutes later, Jeff was sitting in his truck and thinking about the conversation he’d just had.