Colorado Wild - Colorado Heart 1 by Sara York

were Grant coming by to talk. He may not want a relationship with the man, but he would like to spend time with Grant, getting to know him better.
    "Come in," he called out as he zipped his jeans and buttoned them.
    The door pushed open, revealing Marshal, the one guy he'd spent the least amount of time with.
    "Hey, Duff called a meeting. T en minutes. We'll gather in the den."
    "Okay, is this ranch business or the other stuff?"
    Marshal winked, his lips separated on one side as he clicked his tongue. "Come to the party and find out."
    The door shut and Roger rolled his eyes. Though he didn't know the man at all, he had a feeling he'd end up liking him. All of the guys seemed to get along fairly well. The thing with Billy was intense, but he understood. Having a friend shot was disturbing. It put things into perspective, leaving you raw, allowing every emotion to rise to the surface. After losing Hayden, he'd been a loose cannon. The rage and anger still swirled at times, but he had better control now. At least he thought he did. Heck, he was probably just full of shit and fooling himself. Losing Hayden had changed everything.
    Roger grabbed his shirt and left his room, stopping briefly in the hall to pull it on. Grant's door swung open when his hands were over his head, his shirt suspended over his face, blocking his view. Though he couldn’t see anything, he turned his head toward Grant. After the material slid over his face and down his chest, he was rewarded with a lusty look from Grant. His body warmed a few degrees and try as he might, he couldn't stop the pleasure from bubbling up. Hot damn, he liked getting the look Grant shot his way. It twisted his insides, leaving him hungry for more, but getting more from one of his team members would only make all their lives complicated.
    He'd hunt down Zander later, to ask him about the local guys and whom he could blow off some steam with. It might be better to head into Colorado Springs. The more anonymous the sex, the better. He didn't want or need anyone mooning over him.
    Over the last three days he'd been given a tour of the house, the barns , and part of the land. They'd shown him around the place, giving him a few instructions on how they conducted business. The barns were big but the ranch house was huge. The house matched the size of the ranch, sprawling over a huge area with multiple sleeping wings. The living areas where monstrous. He'd found it almost comical that the kitchen table sat twelve comfortably. The bar overlooking the sink added an additional eight seats. There were two ovens and stovetops, two refrigerators, one used almost exclusively for beverages, and enough cabinets to hold three full place settings of twelve. The kitchen opened into the den where they were having their meeting. Marshal and Zander sat at the bar, their stools turned toward the den. James and Mike slouched on one couch, their feet up on a roughhewn coffee table that almost looked as big as a bed. Billy sat hunched in a lounge chair, his gaze on his hands and Tucker sat opposite him, stealing glances at Billy every few seconds. The big couch was open, giving him plenty of room to sit without having to touch Grant. They both moved to the same seat on the couch, Grant grabbing his arm when they bumped into each other.
    "Sorry," Grant grumbled and moved to the other end of the couch. They would need to clear the air soon. Maybe he could just let it die. He probably was overthinking the issue. One random look didn't mean that Grant wanted him. They were both adults and though they had needs, they could keep their desires under control.
    "We have a new mission." Duff placed a stack of blue folders on the coffee table.
    The guys sat up, any pretense of relaxation gone. Grant had his elbows on his knees and Marshal and Zander moved from the bar to the couches, Marshal settling between he and Grant, Zander taking the spot between Mike and James.
    Duff grabbed the TV remote and flicked it on,