"You told me you're a man. I respect that. Whatever parts you actually have." Chris hated the way he sounded right then. It was such a stupid way to talk about this situation. He was forty-eight years old and he couldn't talk about this like an adult.

Somewhere Claire was laughing at him.

The shade of a tree wasn't exactly a great place for this either. Chris would've liked some privacy even though things were fairly private. At least they weren't in the middle of the fair riding one of those bulls. How did he keep stumbling into these situations no matter how careful he was?

"How about something to take the edge off then you and I find somewhere more private?" he offered, his hands on his hips. "Unless you think you can make it back to my apartment without getting off first?"