warmth.
He set her stuff down. Tyler said, “You sticking around?”
Bad idea? Good idea?
Considering that Madison and Tyler being in the same room
had the fantasies raging, he wasn’t sure whether having Madison there would
make it more difficult or less to hide how much he wanted to feel the front of
Tyler’s body against his, to see an answering desire in Tyler’s eyes and the
obvious evidence of it in Tyler’s erection.
“I’ll stick.” Truth, he couldn’t force himself to leave. “We
can work on Bio-dad’s latest clue.”
It was as good an excuse as any. And who knew, he might
actually be able to concentrate on it to keep from screwing things up with
Tyler.
“Clue?”
Shane wasn’t surprised by Tyler’s question, not after having
been left ignorant of the facts until he’d gotten Madison to the office. “I
take it Bulldog didn’t fill you in?”
“No, just asked if I could put Madison up as a precaution.
Didn’t even fill me in on the danger.”
“There might not be any,” Madison said, standing.
“You want to bring Tyler up to speed?”
“Sure.”
“Hold on,” Tyler said. “I’m going to grab a beer. You guys
want one? Or something else?”
Not a good idea to start drinking. Not with a couple of
Tyler’s sketchbooks on the coffee table. Not with both Madison and Tyler in the
same room.
Shane said yes to a beer anyway and headed to the
couch, unable to keep from brushing his hand against Madison’s on the way there.
Tyler escaped to the kitchen—walking, not running, though
the urge to exit through the back door and keep going was strong.
Madison and Shane were like a one-two punch.
The reaction to Shane he’d been expecting. He’d been living
with it for a long time, long enough to have mastered casual. But Madison made
holding on to that appearance a challenge.
She’d gotten out of Shane’s Jeep and stepped right into his
fantasies. And then Shane had come into the house, wanting her, adding to the
erotic images.
It was too easy to envision the three of them together. Too
easy to capture on paper. And that’d be too damn incriminating, though he knew
he would draw the pictures anyway.
He grabbed three beers, wished he had a walk-in refrigerator
so he could cool down—if such a thing was even possible.
In the living room, Shane had plopped on one end of the
couch. His legs were stretched and Daisy was belly-up along his thighs, Shane’s
hand stoking her stomach.
This is going to be torture .
Tyler passed off Shane’s drink, careful not to let their
hands touch.
He was less careful with Madison.
When had he turned into such a masochist?
He dropped onto the other end of the couch, Madison between
him and Shane, Kiki on her lap.
He took a swallow of beer.
Madison said, “You’ve got a nice place.”
He couldn’t stop himself from reaching over and stroking
Kiki’s velvety soft ear.
“One of the perks of working at Crime Tells. Bulldog owns
this house and the three next to it. He owns another three around the corner.
Shane and his brothers live in them.”
“Sweet deal.”
“Very. So what do I need to know?”
She filled him in on Bio-dad’s unexpected insertion into her
life. And as she did it, old anger, old pain, old fears welled up inside him.
If his old man were still alive, no amount of money would make him open the
door for him.
Tyler took a long pull of beer and leaned forward, only to
be distracted by Shane.
His head was tipped back. His eyes were closed, his throat working
as he swallowed, the hand that’d been on Daisy now playing with the nipple
ring.
How many times had he seen that move lure a woman over? Too
many to count, which was one of the reasons he usually said yes to
outings with Shane and Braden.
It didn’t bother him to see Braden with a pickup. The same
wasn’t true of Shane.
See it enough, and it might kill off the feelings for Shane.
It was a brutal kind of therapy, one he’d come up with early on, when
He set her stuff down. Tyler said, “You sticking around?”
Bad idea? Good idea?
Considering that Madison and Tyler being in the same room
had the fantasies raging, he wasn’t sure whether having Madison there would
make it more difficult or less to hide how much he wanted to feel the front of
Tyler’s body against his, to see an answering desire in Tyler’s eyes and the
obvious evidence of it in Tyler’s erection.
“I’ll stick.” Truth, he couldn’t force himself to leave. “We
can work on Bio-dad’s latest clue.”
It was as good an excuse as any. And who knew, he might
actually be able to concentrate on it to keep from screwing things up with
Tyler.
“Clue?”
Shane wasn’t surprised by Tyler’s question, not after having
been left ignorant of the facts until he’d gotten Madison to the office. “I
take it Bulldog didn’t fill you in?”
“No, just asked if I could put Madison up as a precaution.
Didn’t even fill me in on the danger.”
“There might not be any,” Madison said, standing.
“You want to bring Tyler up to speed?”
“Sure.”
“Hold on,” Tyler said. “I’m going to grab a beer. You guys
want one? Or something else?”
Not a good idea to start drinking. Not with a couple of
Tyler’s sketchbooks on the coffee table. Not with both Madison and Tyler in the
same room.
Shane said yes to a beer anyway and headed to the
couch, unable to keep from brushing his hand against Madison’s on the way there.
Tyler escaped to the kitchen—walking, not running, though
the urge to exit through the back door and keep going was strong.
Madison and Shane were like a one-two punch.
The reaction to Shane he’d been expecting. He’d been living
with it for a long time, long enough to have mastered casual. But Madison made
holding on to that appearance a challenge.
She’d gotten out of Shane’s Jeep and stepped right into his
fantasies. And then Shane had come into the house, wanting her, adding to the
erotic images.
It was too easy to envision the three of them together. Too
easy to capture on paper. And that’d be too damn incriminating, though he knew
he would draw the pictures anyway.
He grabbed three beers, wished he had a walk-in refrigerator
so he could cool down—if such a thing was even possible.
In the living room, Shane had plopped on one end of the
couch. His legs were stretched and Daisy was belly-up along his thighs, Shane’s
hand stoking her stomach.
This is going to be torture .
Tyler passed off Shane’s drink, careful not to let their
hands touch.
He was less careful with Madison.
When had he turned into such a masochist?
He dropped onto the other end of the couch, Madison between
him and Shane, Kiki on her lap.
He took a swallow of beer.
Madison said, “You’ve got a nice place.”
He couldn’t stop himself from reaching over and stroking
Kiki’s velvety soft ear.
“One of the perks of working at Crime Tells. Bulldog owns
this house and the three next to it. He owns another three around the corner.
Shane and his brothers live in them.”
“Sweet deal.”
“Very. So what do I need to know?”
She filled him in on Bio-dad’s unexpected insertion into her
life. And as she did it, old anger, old pain, old fears welled up inside him.
If his old man were still alive, no amount of money would make him open the
door for him.
Tyler took a long pull of beer and leaned forward, only to
be distracted by Shane.
His head was tipped back. His eyes were closed, his throat working
as he swallowed, the hand that’d been on Daisy now playing with the nipple
ring.
How many times had he seen that move lure a woman over? Too
many to count, which was one of the reasons he usually said yes to
outings with Shane and Braden.
It didn’t bother him to see Braden with a pickup. The same
wasn’t true of Shane.
See it enough, and it might kill off the feelings for Shane.
It was a brutal kind of therapy, one he’d come up with early on, when
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