Boys of Summer: Sharing Spaces [NOOK Book]

"DJ?"

"Yeah, I'm DJ. You must be Joe."

"Yeah. Joe D'Alessandro. How ya doin'?"

DJ was so stunned, staring into the biggest, brownest eyes he'd ever seen, that it took him a moment to realize the guy standing at his door had stuck out his hand to shake. Belatedly offering his own, DJ hesitated a second before clasping the outstretched hand and shaking briefly. It was a little old school, but for a face like that he could deal with it.

"DJ Abbot. Come on in and take a look around."

"This is nice. I had no idea this place was back here." Olive-toned skin and thick black hair contrasted nicely with a smile that would have looked right at home in a toothpaste ad. DJ stepped back to let the guy enter, and took a discreet peek at the high, rounded backside encased so attractively in denim painter's pants.

Dimples.

He'd bet the next month's rent that there were dimples on the sides of what looked to be a truly stellar ass.

"Makes ya wonder, huh?" DJ had a few more seconds to admire the view while Joe took a slow visual survey of the room. It didn't take long, though, and DJ made sure there was a polite, disinterested look on his face when Joe turned back.

"Sure does. The bedrooms are upstairs?"

So caught up in ogling his prospective roommate's butt, DJ just then noticed the visored black helmet that dangled from two tanned fingers. "You ride a bike?"

The eighteenth person to answer the ad DJ had placed in the university's newspaper, Joe already rated well on a number of levels. Polite and well-mannered--hell, he'd even shown up at the time they'd agreed on. After interviewing numbers one through seventeen, DJ could testify to exactly howrare each of those qualities was individually. But together? Off the scale. Virtually unknown.

"Yeah. I bought it thinking I'd save money on gas. Didn't realize I'd more than make up for it in maintenance."

There was that smile again. Nice. Friendly. Like he didn't take anything too seriously, least of all himself.

"What kind?"

"Are you into bikes?"

Man liked his ride, that was for sure, the way his face lit up and his eyes sparkled, either that or ... or DJ didn't know what else. "Not really."

"Don't worry about it--you've probably never heard of it, then. It's a Buell Lightning. It's okay. Not exactly a Ducati, but it'll do for now."

DJ tried to look thoughtful, like he knew what a Ducati was. "Why don't you put your stuff down and I'll show you the rest of the place?"

Still looking around at the high ceiling and multi-level layout of the place, Joe absently dropped the helmet on the couch DJ had indicated and shrugged out of the heavy-looking black leather jacket that had seen better days.

Whoa.