http://www.bookstrand.com/boones-cowboy
Here is a snippet.
The door to the camper opened, and a lean man wearing nothing but
sleep pants stepped out. Flynn sat on the roof, transfixed, when the man raised
both arms and stretched his delicious
body. He heard the man’s loud yawn all the way from across the yard..
Flynn watched the man put his arms down and
look around. When he spotted Flynn, he
froze and stared up at him. Flynn had to grab the edge of the plywood to keep
from falling off the roof. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Boone was here.
With a bare chest and feet, Boone walked
across the short grass toward Flynn. In the early morning sunlight, he was more handsome than he had been
that night they’d met. Messy, shiny, dark brown hair, smooth tan skin, and lean muscles drew Flynn like a
magnet.
Boone stopped on the edge of the asphalt driveway and put his hands on his hips. “I thought you
were a cowboy.”
“What’s your description of a cowboy?” he
called down. Flynn held back a laugh when Boone pulled his bottom lip in and
thought about that for a second.
Velvety brown eyes sparkled up at him, and Boone said, “Cowboys have cows, horses,
and hay lofts to rendezvous in.”
“I have all of them,” Flynn said.
“But now you’re wearing a tool belt and carrying
a hammer. That tells me you’re a carpenter,” Boone teased.
Flynn laughed
at the adorable man. “I’m a man of many talents.”
“That you are,”
Boone said as he made his way across the driveway until he disappeared under
the edge of the roof.
Flynn saw the ladder move slightly and heard
Boone climbing up. He had a grand show of Boone’s head appearing over the edge
of the plywood, followed by a smooth chest, belly, and a pair of thin plain
sleep pants.
“What are you doing?” Flynn asked as Boone
climbed onto the roof and crawled across it toward him.
“I came to say hi,” Boone said right before
he kissed Flynn.
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