Will Cabot was the guy that couldn't keep his shirt on. Even without ever meeting him, Bach was the guy to remember such things told about people.

Maybe he had seen his pictures in that gossip mag, maybe his sixth sense for fuckable people was playing up. Either way, it was hard not to think about all the things he could do with Will Cabot underneath him. Men didn't like to pay for sex here, not with other men anyway. Bach was close to missing sex with the same sex.

Not that this guy looked to be in the shape of it. "Dude. Need an ambulance? Ride to the hospital? Because you look seriously weak."