"Come in," Gabe called and looked up as the door opened. "Well hello there. You must be Deacon."
"Hey," Deacon replied, noting the look he was getting and unable to stop himself from returning it just the tiniest bit. Flirting was like breathing to him after all.
Gabe's smile grew and he looked over Deacon's shoulder at Kris.
"Your cousin has great taste," he said, watching Kris's reaction to the big blond.