Page 88 of Haunted


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“Fair enough. They won’t get to hear about it from me.” Toby’s eyes sparkled. “But I still don’t think you’ll get Butch to agree.”

Sol smiled. “I’ll use my charm.”

“Hey, you got a minute?”

Butch tossed the bag of trash into the back of the truck, then turned to face Sol. “What’s up?” For the umpteenth time since Sol’s arrival, Butch tried to avoid staring.

Dayum. Sol was dressed in tight jeans and a white tee that clung to his lean torso and broad chest, revealing nipples that pushed against the cotton.

Does he have to look so good all the fucking time?

“I need your help with something.”

“Okay… what, exactly?”

“You know I’ve been taking photos of the new barn, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I had an idea…”

Butch listened as Sol explained, and his mouth dried up.

Oh. My. God.

“Me? You wantmeto… pose for photos?”

“No one would see your face. I’d shoot from behind, weird angles, whatever it takes to keep your identity a secret. No one will know it’s you.”

“But what do you want me to wear?” He swallowed. “I’ve seen stuff, all right? You wouldn’t want me… naked, would ya?”

“God no.”

What the fuck?

Butch blinked. “Why not? What’s wrong with the way I look?”

Sol burst out laughing. “Will you make your mind up, please? You can’t be reluctant to show off your bodyandpissed I don’t want to show it off, all at the same time. And I was thinking of jeans and boots. Maybe also…”

Butch narrowed his gaze. “Maybe what?”

“A leather collar. Seen from behind, of course, but it would look more authentic.”

“And you’d put these photos on the new website?”

Hereallydidn’t know about this.

“I know, it’s a lot to ask.” Sol straightened. “You know what? Forget I even mentioned it. I might try some of the others.”

Butch’s heart hammered.

“Tell you what. If I’m not the only one doing it, sure.”

Sol stared at him. “Seriously?”

“Sure,” he said, affecting a nonchalance he certainly did not feel. “But only if there’s a few of us. If they say no, then it’s no from me too.”

“I’ll go ask them now.” Sol walked toward the bunkhouse, but Butch grabbed his arm.

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