Falling - Falling 1 by D.W. Marchwell

Author:D.W. Marchwell [Marchwell, D.W.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: GFY, MM Contemporary Romance
ISBN: 9781935192183
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2010-02-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

HANK disconnected the call, the harness making his growing erection uncomfortable in his loose cotton workpants. It was something new for him, these feelings that were growing inside his chest whenever he thought about Scott. He’d never been really good at expressing his feelings, but something about the man made Hank feel like he could. What was even more surprising to Hank was the realization that it wasn’t scary. In the past, with women who’d started to talk about commitment and making a decision about a future with him, Hank had always felt his chest tighten as if there were a harness around it as well. But not when he thought about talking to Scott, about holding him, making love to him. It all felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“Fuck you!”

Hank looked over when the harsh words reached his ears. Chris, the greenhorn, was about seventy feet up in the air, and Roddy was on the ground at the base of the same tree, making crying sounds and goading Chris to go higher in the tree. “What difference is another three feet going to make?”

“Whatever, man,” Chris yelled. “I ain’t getting paid enough to risk my life.”

“Fuckin’ pussy, man!” Roddy laughed as he kept taunting the greenhorn.

Hank walked over slowly, assessing the situation; if Roddy was being reckless, he’d have no choice but to report all of this to Brian or the Falling Supervisor. As if the thought were enough to conjure up the man, Hank looked over as a red F150 pulled up alongside the other parked trucks.

“Roddy?” Hank called over when he was about ten feet away, wanting to wipe the smirk right off the man’s face. When Roddy turned, Hank nodded his head once in the direction of the truck.

“So?” Roddy shrugged his shoulders and turned his face upward again, his taunts calling up to Chris. “Come on, you dumb fuck, we’ll be out here all night if you don’t get your shit together.”

“Maybe you want to do some work then, huh, Roddy?” Hank was almost within reach of the man, not really sure what he was going to do when he was right beside him. “Otherwise we will be too far behind by tomorrow.”

“Go fuck yourself, Hank,” Roddy spat. “Greenhorn’s got to learn how to obey his superiors.”

“What makes you think that’s you?” Hank had a glint in his eyes, knowing that Gord, the Falling Supervisor, was standing only six feet away, taking it all in.

“Back off, Hank!”

“Chris!” Hank yelled up, noticing how Roddy jumped just a little bit at his booming voice. “Why don’t you come down after you’re finished there?” Hank brought a hand up to shield his eyes against the setting sun, noticing Chris nodding. Before he could bring his hand down back to his side, he saw Roddy pull back his arm and prepare for a roundhouse. Hank felt like laughing at the trouble that Roddy was going to find himself dealing with if he actually followed through. Hank took his left foot and planted it behind his big frame, watching the fist coming at him.

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