I passed him a beer, Petunia whining for a treat beside the open fridge door. I sighed and handed her a fist full of blueberries while Crew cracked his drink. I turned back to find him shedding his jacket, tossing it on the sofa, rolling up his sleeves and discarding his tie, the top two buttons on his white dress shirt undone before he took a long drink of his beer.

His eyes never left mine.

Oh my goodness.

I fought for a breath as I sipped from my ...