I wasn’t going to invite him inside. I really wasn’t. But when I saw him standing there in the rain, just staring at the apartment building a few doors down, the water streaking off his coat, rolling off his hard hat…well, it made me want him to bend me over the counter again.

Now that I’ve got him inside and mostly naked, he’s not bending me over the counter, so much as trailing behind me, drooling and shivering. I shove him into my bed and ...