Falling for My Rival by J.P. Oliver

I’m not gay…okay?
I’m a simple guy. Give me a beer, a tailgate, and some sunshine, and that’s ’bout all I need to have a great afternoon.
‘Course, I’d be a little more likely to have great days in the first place if things weren’t getting a little out of hand at my work site. We’re supposed to be constructing condos, not waiting around for some scientists to dig out prehistoric bones!
It’s us versus them. Construction workers vs nerds. Me… versus him.
I’m so confused. I just don’t get it. He’s their PR guy. A little Mr. Sunshine in a bottle. And I shouldn’t be thinking about him at all. It’s got nothing to do with the work site.
It’s just… I’m not gay, okay?
He just… makes me forget that, sometimes.