Page 83 of Right Man, Right Time
“You thought that was taunting?” I pat his arm. “That was just an artful way to show off the human form. Also, we all have butts, nothing new to see.”
“Trust me, that was something new.”
“Are you saying I have a nice ass, Silas?”
“You have a really nice ass.”
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. “Well, thank you. That means a lot coming from the king of asses.”
He pauses and looks down at me. “King of asses?”
“Oh, have I not mentioned that before? Your glutes are so tight, they could easily crack a walnut.”
He chuckles, and I feel him loosen up. “Not sure about that, but thanks.”
“See.” I shake his arm. “You just needed to loosen up a bit. Anytime you need a compliment to get that fun-motor revving, you let me know. I have a bunch stocked up.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, you know, just things like you have the most amazing pecs I’ve ever seen in my life. Your shoulders are carved like stone, and not to mention the forearm porn you’re offering up today.”
He glances down at his forearms. “They’re pretty nice, aren’t they.”
We both chuckle, and I push him lightly to the side. “Okay, no need to inflate the ego. We have a whole zoo to visit, after all.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have invited me then,” he says, his mouth close to my ear. “Because now I’m going to be insufferable.”
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“I could definitely haul morethan that camel,” Silas says as we stare at the very large and beefy camel in front of us.
He has said the same thing about the rhino, claiming he could charge faster.
And the elephant—he could lift more.
And the freaking cheetah—he can run faster.
It’s been terribly annoying.
Maybe this is how he feels when I pester him.
“Yes, my dear Tater Tot, you sure can.” I pat him on the cheek.
“What did I tell you about calling me that?”
“Do it more?” I ask with a charming smile.
“No. Do it less.”
We move away from the camels and head down the path toward the moose. “You can’t tell me no one called you Tater Tot growing up.”
“People did, and I shut them down too.”
“Like who?”
He sticks his hands in his pockets and says, “My grandpa.”
“Stop, you did not shut your grandpa down.”
