When Denny pulled up to the track again, he was jittering something awful, but he really just wanted to get his hands on Sully. Being nervous about anything made him want Sully more. He wanted to burrow into Sully’s big arms and let Sully hold off the world a little. Besides, in Sully’s arms, he felt like he was “right,” not like he felt out wandering around in the world and knowing he was programmed all wrong. He drummed his fingers anxiously against the wheel and waited.
Somebody who wasn’t Sully came out of the garage. The dark-haired man caught sight of Denny and the truck and gave a little wave, a little “hold on, I got you,” and ducked his head back inside the garage.
A moment later, Sully came out, smiling and waving behind him. He came straight over to the truck and swung himself up into the passenger seat. He didn’t lean over for a kiss, but his hand slipped over the seat and rubbed at Denny’s thigh. “Hey, there.”
“Hope you’re in the mood for fried chicken.” Denny was surely in the mood for something else. “Still hot. Thought we could go eat down by the river, ’stead of driving over to town to get something.”
“That sounds just fine.” Sully gave him a smile and another little pet on the leg. “Prob’ly real quiet down there, this time of day.”
“I was considering that.” Denny headed out of the parking lot that way. “Figured we could maybe hear each other out there, instead of in a packed room.”
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