Unobtainable by Jennifer Rose Page A

twenty eight years old and had seen most of the world and photographed it as well.
    “Almost forgot,” Tag dipped his hand into his pocket and held out his fisted hand. He dropped a tiny vile into my palm and I gave him a smile.
    “Thanks.”
    “What is it?” Harley asked.
    “Dirt,” Tag laughed. “No matter where I go, I bring home a little piece of the place to share with my best friend. That my friend, is from a wonderful little hidden inlet on the island of Molokai, we stumbled across it on a hike and spent a few very amazing hours exploring…I won’t go into details, but Gloria was afuckingmazing!”
    I rolled my eyes, happy the details of Tag’s sexcapades would remain on Molokai.
    “I have hundreds of these,” I passed it to Harley and watched as he shook the contents and snickered.
    “That’s awesome, I would have sent a postcard or something less original. I have no imagination when it comes to gifts.”
    “It’s the most dangerous gift he could give.” I gave Tag a knowing glare. “If he got caught smuggling that shit across the border in some of those foreign countries, he’d go to jail, or get beheaded or something even worse.”
    “What the fuck’s worse than having my head chopped off?” Tag laughed.
    “You just take stupid chances, I wish you’d be more careful.”
    “You worry too much my darling,” he tittered. “I wear them around my neck, if anyone asks it’s my grandmother’s ashes.”
    “Not funny, shit head.”
    “I’ll have to bring by my portfolio the next time I’m over, show you all the places I’ve been,” Tag told Harley. “Dyson owns some of my best work, don’t tell me he hasn’t shown you?”
    “I haven’t gotten around to unpacking everything yet,” I said, looking across the table at Harley. “Remind me later to find them. They’re in my room somewhere.”
    “I will,” he said, stealing the air from my lungs with a wink.
    How did Harley have me ready to run for the hills one moment and have me heated and aching for him the next? He was a dangerous craving and I was in trouble sharing an apartment with him. From the moment he had said the words raw sex this afternoon, he had me wanting to jump his bones, licking every square inch of him and that was just the beginning.
    “Speaking of awesome, I wouldn’t mind living here,” Tag said, as he glanced around.
    “It is fabulous isn’t it? I stumbled over it by accident,” Harley said. “A guy I worked with asked me to go along on an apartment hunt with him, he had no interest in this place, and I fell in love with it at first sight. It was a complete wreck. The print shop downstairs used it for storage so it was basically an empty shell. They offered me a lower rent if I agreed to fix it up and I ended up buying the building when the shop went tits up a few months later.”
    “What’s down there now?” Tag asked.
    “I turned it into a garage and workshop. I like to tinker with wood.”
    I tittered and bit into my lower lip to suppress my laugher, there was far too much sexual innuendo in what Harley said for me to handle. Both Tag and Harley looked at me like I was a crazy man, which made me laugh all the more.
    “Anyone want a beer or coffee or something?” I asked, as I started to clear the table so I didn’t make myself look more the fool than I already had.
    “I have to drive,” Tag said. “But I wouldn’t mind a coffee.”
    “Beer for me if you don’t mind,” Harley smiled.
    “Right away,” I smiled back.
    Something was different in Harley’s smile tonight. There was a mischievous sparkle, something sinful that sent a shiver and a layer of goose bumps all over my body.
    “What kinds of things do you make?” Tag asked Harley.
    “Mainly furniture,” Harley said. “I made my bedroom suite and this table and I’m working on a fireplace mantel for over there,” Harley nodded to the unadorned fireplace in the living room. “I wanted something sleek and modern, with curving