““Kind of. It’s nice to see you close up, rather than running past you at full blast.” He brushed his nose along Bobby’s cheek. “I’ve been dying to talk to you since I first saw you.”

“I don’t bite.” Bobby turned Remy around until he faced the fence, then eased behind him. He wrapped both arms around Remy’s waist and rested his chin on Remy’s shoulder. His breath tickled Remy’s ear. “No, I do bite, but only if you want me to.”

Remy groaned. When Bobby spoke, he rubbed the bulge in his jeans along Remy’s ass. The man packed the goods, and Remy wanted to unwrap his present. He threaded his fingers around Bobby’s and ground his butt into Bobby’s groin. Hell, yes, he wanted that dick in his hole tonight.

“You don’t hold back, do you?” Bobby asked. He nipped Remy’s earlobe. “Want me that much?”

“Uh-huh.” He’d rather skip out on the fireworks and make some of their own. “My car’s not too far away.”

“Neither is mine.” He scraped his teeth along the side of Remy’s neck. “You taste as good as you look.”

He paused. He looked good? “Nah.” He knew better. “I’m no one special.”

“Right.” Bobby groaned. “Don’t want to fuck in the car.”

“Me, either.” He managed to turn around in Bobby’s embrace. “My apartment isn’t far away.”

“I’ll follow you.” Bobby let go of Remy long enough to grasp his hand, then made his way across the lot to the cars. “Where am I going?”

“The Deer Crossing apartments. I’m in the strip of apartments facing away from the road.” He stopped at his car. “This is mine.”

“Nice.” Fire lit in Bobby’s eyes. He pinned Remy to the back bumper of the vehicle and mashed his mouth down on Remy’s. When Remy gasped, Bobby swallowed the sound.

Remy draped his arms around Bobby’s neck. Things had moved rather fast, but he didn’t regret a moment. He liked men with the in-charge look like Bobby wore, and he couldn’t wait to get to the apartment. Hell, he couldn’t believe a handsome man like Bobby was even there with him, much less kissing him in public.

Bobby broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Remy’s. “You’re deep in thought. Either I’m a shitty kisser or I’m not keeping your attention.”

“You’re all I’m thinking about,” he confessed. “I’m not sure why you picked me, but I love it.”

“You’re hard on yourself.” Bobby released his grasp on Remy. “You should stop. You’re creasing your brow too much.”

He rubbed the patch of skin between his eyebrows. Sure enough, he’d etched worry lines there. “Sorry.”

“Take me home, handsome.” Bobby swatted Remy’s hip, then started away. “I’m following you.”

“Good deal.” He managed to climb behind the wheel of his car but didn’t turn on the engine right away. He needed another moment to think. Bobby, the man he’d fantasized about, was following him home. Fucking hell yeah. He backed out of the parking spot and headed out of the lot. He glanced in his mirror. Sure enough, Bobby, in a black sedan, was behind him. His hands shook as he drove the eight blocks to his apartment complex. He stopped in his allotted spot, then waited for Bobby to park.

“I looked at these apartments, but there wasn’t one available.” Bobby joined Remy by his car. “Nice, though.” He slipped his hand into Remy’s pocket. “What’s this?” He pulled out the notebook.

“I’m a journalist.” He reached for the notebook but didn’t fight Bobby. “I write for The Cedarwood Tribune. I’m supposed to do a piece on the festival, along with a few softball games and other sports.”

“You’re into sports?” Bobby handed over the notebook.

“Not really, but it meant keeping my job, so I’m sucking it up.”

“I like suck-ups.” Bobby dropped his voice an octave. “Do you?”

“Uh-huh.” He nodded to the path. “I’m up here.” He started away from the lot, but Bobby grabbed his hand.

“I like to walk with my date.” Bobby threw his arm around Remy’s shoulders again. “I’m a touchy kind of guy.”

His date…wowza.