Series: Out of Uniform, #7 *Final book in the series*
Publisher: Carina Press (Harlequin)
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No content warnings needed. Hot fake relationship shenanigans dominate along with being trapped outdoors, but HEA for everything. No addictions/bdsm/deaths etc.
“Big plans this weekend?” Canaan asked while he made the drink.
“Working out with a friend tomorrow. Gonna film some new moves.”
“Please tell me you put those clips online.” Thinking fast, Canaan grabbed a blank stamp card and a pen and thrust it at him. “I’ll fill a stamp card for you if you give me your handle.”
“Well…” Rooster’s eyes shifted to his friends, who were deep in conversation. “Navy doesn’t exactly approve of me being on social media…”
“Not gonna tell a soul,” Canaan promised. “I just like workout videos and fitness pics.” And how.
“Yeah?” Rooster gave him an appraising stare, one that had Canaan damn near preening. “That so?”
“Yup.” Canaan set the blender going and returned to the counter. He filled a stamp card and waved it at Rooster. “So how about it?”
“Okay, okay.” Rooster scribbled something on the other card and pushed it at Canaan. Their fingers brushed as they traded cards, thick callused fingers rubbing against his, and Canaan swore his toes curled from the contact.
“So how about you?” Rooster asked as Canaan poured his drink into a purple plastic Smoothie Palace cup.
“How about me what?” Canaan was still busy celebrating getting his username and felt a little punch-drunk on the contact to boot.
Here was the opening Canaan had been waiting months for, and no way was he missing it. “Dunno. I get off at nine. Wanna help me find trouble?”
“You make that offer to all your customers?” Rooster studied him intently, and Canaan straightened his spine, trying to pass whatever test he was giving him.
“Just my favorite ones.” The more honest answer would be just you, but Canaan didn’t want to seem too desperate, so he kept his voice light and easy. “How ’bout it?”
“Rooster!” Bacon called out before Rooster could answer. “Come on. We’ve got that meeting in ten.”
“Sorry. Gotta head out. Thanks for the card.” Rooster gave him a smile but no answer before hurrying over to join his friends.
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