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    With the Removal Man
    With the Removal Man
    With the Removal Man
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    With the Removal Man

    By Morgan King

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    When Drew opens the door to the removal man coming to collect his ex’s furniture the last thing he expects is to fall instantly in lust, but that is undeniably what happens.

    The attraction is mutual.

    For Andy, the feelings inspired in him by Drew are overwhelming and he finds himself acting out of character and unprofessionally. It’s certainly not every day that he kisses a customer in the back of his van.

    After things get a little heated, both men wonder if they have a future together. Drew is worried he’s too old for Andy. Andy is worried Drew’s on the rebound. With Drew’s ex causing trouble, can these two men overcome their miscommunication and fears to transform lust into love?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateJul 11, 2014
    ISBN9781771309127
    With the Removal Man
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    Morgan King

    Morgan is a woman of many hats, both of the physical and the metaphorical kind. She juggles being a writer—there are several titles and genres to check out; a reader—seriously it’s an addiction; a mother—yay for playing Lego; a self-employed businesswoman—a bit of this and a bit of that, normally third sector related—and a Yorkshire pudding and coffee consumer. She is always happy to say “hello” to readers, although is most reachable during UK contact hours being a Brit.

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      With the Removal Man - Morgan King

      Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2014 Morgan King

      ISBN: 978-1-77130-912-7

      Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

      Editor: Karyn White

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      To my very special friends Anna and Russell, who inspire me in many ways, but most particularly with the title for this story in the Moving On series. May your love for each other stay strong no matter where life takes you. You are blessed to have each other and I feel privileged to know and spend time with you.

      WITH THE REMOVAL MAN

      Moving On, 3

      Morgan King

      Copyright © 2014

      Chapter One

      Ding-dong, ding-a-ling-a-ling, de-da. The doorbell rang for a second time, playing an annoyingly cheery tune. Ignoring it clearly hadn’t worked. Unlike the ring of the doorbell Drew did not feel cheery, and as a result he deliberately stomped his way through the kitchen and hallway towards the front door.

      The problem was he knew who it would be: the removal men.

      Why he was waiting in for them was beyond him. It wasn’t his stuff they were coming to take. At least it wasn’t his stuff anymore. Mark, his now ex-boyfriend, had been through the house and labeled everything he wanted to be his. A rainbow of Post-it notes taunted him from all over the house.

      It was all so typical of Drew’s ex-relationship with Mark that anything Mark asked of Drew, Drew would give to him or do for him, and the worst thing was Mark knew it and had never hesitated to ask. He was still asking.

      It should be different now that their relationship was over—because Mark had decreed it so—but here was Drew taking time off work so that Mark could have his stuff collected and delivered to his new place. He opened the front door a bare crack.

      The man at the door had a smile on his face, until he saw Drew’s scowl.

      Sorry, I’m not sure I’ve got the right address. Are you Mr. Eccles? the now not so smiley man asked?

      No.

      Oh, is this not number 6 Stanley Moore Crescent.

      It is.

      Ah, well, it’s just, that a Mr. Eccles arranged a collection of furniture from this address for today. The young man looked a little crestfallen. Do you think someone’s played a prank on me? he asked.

      A twinge of guilt had Drew grimacing. When did I turn into such a miserable git? The poor bloke in front of him had concern and confusion etched all over his face, and it was Drew who had put it there, quite unnecessarily. Especially given it was a very cute face. Drew couldn’t help noticing.

      No, you’re in the right place. Anyone with a face like that deserved putting out of their misery. It’s just I’m not Mr. Eccles. He’s my ex, and it’s his stuff you’ve come to collect.

      Oh. The other man’s mouth rounded delightfully.

      Oh my, now that is sexy.

      Drew couldn’t help staring at the pair of pink lips, perfectly puckered. He could just image them tight around his cock.

      Now where did that thought come from?

      Drew’s thoughts and his body’s responses hadn’t been so upbeat in a long time—these days, some days he didn’t even get a morning rise out of his cock. Only moments ago he’d been wallowing in grumpiness, and now it was as if there was a rainbow in the sky, someone else’s sunshine having a direct effect on his rainy misery.

      I’m Drew. He opened the door wide and held out his hand to shake.

      The other man looked at it warily a moment before taking it in a light grip. Andrew, but people call me Andy.

      They shared a name then, although Drew hadn’t been called Andrew in a long time, not since he was a little boy and his mother would call out Andrew Sophocles Jennings, normally when he’d been naughty. Technically I’m an Andrew, too, he said, happy to admit it for once. If you were going the share a name with someone—a name you’d never been particularly keen on—it might as well be someone young and cute, with spiky dark hair.

      Andy grinned at him, revealing a pair of well-set dimples. It’s a good job I’m Andy and you’re Drew then, otherwise it could get confusing.

      Yep, Drew said nodding, whilst actually doubting it would get confusing. Andy was the removal man. They would know each other for the space of an afternoon. Would it really matter if they were both called, Andy, Andrew, or Drew?

      If they ever saw each other again, then it might matter.

      Come on in, he said standing back to make way, his earlier scowl completely removed from his face. Where do you want to start? There are boxes and some labeled pieces of furniture in every room.

      Andy solicitously wiped his feet on the door-mat. Could you quickly show it all to me? Then I can size up what’s best going into the van first.

      Sure, Drew said leading Andy through to the lounge. It was always nice when someone seemed to know their job. Although, how was Andy intending to move things? By himself? He looked in shape—Drew took the opportunity to check out Andy’s pecs, even though it wasn’t something he was in the habit of doing—but even those compact yet well-defined muscles couldn’t lift a sofa on their own. Where’s your partner? he asked.

      My partner? I don’t have a partner. I broke up from my boyfriend a few months ago.

      Amused, Drew looked straight into Andy’s blue eyes. I meant your working partner … to help you lift stuff.

      A beautiful flush crept up Andy’s neck than face, his skin so white and smooth it was instantly noticeable. He gulped before he spoke. Mr. Eccles said he would be on hand to help. He didn’t want to pay for two men.

      Typical Mark, not wanting to spend money on something he couldn’t keep or personally experience. Part of Drew was tempted to send Andy away again, to get him to take it up with Mark directly. It was unlikely Mark had ever intended to come over and help, and he’d certainly not asked Drew to help lift stuff. But if he did that would Andy get in trouble with his boss? For some reason, one he didn’t particularly care to analyze,

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