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the tangle of the rest. “It’s okay. He doesn’t matter to
us.”
“What about Taylor?”
“If he needs us, we’ll help him. No questions
asked.”
The tension that had begun to fill Seth with the
mention of their friend vanished. “Good.”
“Anyway. Another reason I asked her to marry
me was because of the stipulations of my inheritance.
In order to get a certain percentage before Gram dies,
not that I’m asking for her to, I had to be married by
thirty.”
“You were using her?” Seth shot to his elbow,
green eyes wide as he gaped at Luke.
Stopping him from going further with a tight
grip, he replied, “Hey, calm down. The inheritance
isn’t a secret. She knew I would get it. There would
have been a prenup to protect that portion.” Luke
studied Seth’s eyes for a drawn out moment. “You
don’t know who I am, do you?”
“Aside from Luke Fletcher, not really.”
“Man, that’s refreshing.” Luke sighed. “Relax,
baby. I’ll tell you. My grandfather owns oil wells in
west Texas. I’m the only heir.”
“Wait.” Luke saw him cross his eyebrows in
thought. “Fletcher. From Abilene? As in F.L.T.X. Oil?
I always thought that stood for Florida-Texas oil.”
Luke chuckled. “No, but it does give us a little
anonymity. It’s Fletcher-Texas Oil.”
Seth shook his head. “You don’t dress, act, or
even drive, for that matter, like you’re an oil baron.
Geez, you own a Dodge Charger!”
Luke’s laughter grew considerably lighter. “I
know. Drives my mother crazy. She’s the tea-party,
hat-wearing, sign-the-dotted-line person. I stay as far
away from it all as possible. My father is still on the
board, but he’ll be retiring soon.”
“I bet her daddy wanted you to marry too,” Seth
scoffed with a touch of scorn.
“Just a little.” Luke continued to pet Seth’s hair. “I
had to call him and tell him to quit hounding my
mother to try to convince me to come home and as
they say, ‘get on with it.’ By that point, after Sam,
then meeting you…” He shook his head. “I knew
there wasn’t a chance.”
“Is Sandy okay?”
“I think so. When I spoke to her earlier this week
to let her know I got the box, I told her if her father
gets to be too much, to let me know. I can’t marry her,
but I can get her away from him. Send her to Europe
for a couple months, or just to California for that
matter. Give her a chance to get out and earn her
wings. She’ll never get them at home.”
Seth nodded. “Yeah. I hated moving here and
Taylor not coming. We had plans after high school.
His father nixed them.”
“Well, if this thing with Sam is…”
“Like us?” Seth breathed with understanding.
Luke didn’t shy away, nodding in agreement.
“He’s likely not going to have a home for long.”
Seth stroked a light furrow through the hair on
Luke’s chest. “We’ll figure it out.”
“So long as he knows we’re here for him, it’ll
work out,” Luke agreed.
“I hope so.” Seth rolled to his back, leaving Luke
bare, taking away his body’s heat. “So, what now?”
“Between us?”
Seth eyed him out of the corner of this eye. “You
don’t beat around the bush, do you?”
He grinned, tugging Seth’s uncooperative body
until he relented and his sexy length lay over Luke’s
chest more than before. “Why should I? Last night
made it pretty clear where I stand.”
Seth looked away.
“Babe? Don’t do that.”
“It was one night, Luke.”
He bit his tongue not to berate him for thinking
that. Luke had his hang-ups; Seth had fears.
“But I want to know more about this ‘sweet spot’
you mentioned.”
Seth trembled in his arms, arousal clear in the
flush on his cheeks. Good to know. He still wanted
Luke.
“From me?”
Luke caught Seth’s chin, forcing him to meet his
gaze. “Only from you. I meant what I said yesterday.
You’re not an experiment.”
Luke didn’t know what the coming weeks or
months would bring, but he did know he wanted
more of Seth to share them with. “I think I’m falling
for you,” he whispered, meaning every word.
Seth’s eyes burst open, glittering in the sunlight,
the tiny gray flecks in the green seeming to sparkle
even more than they had last night.
“You’re confused—”
A finger to Seth’s lips silenced him. Along with
the very stern glare Luke wore. “Don’t. Just because I
didn’t see it, didn’t discover it when I was a teenager,
doesn’t make it not real.” He was still new to this, but
he wasn’t imagining how he felt either. In fact, as of
this morning, all the turmoil and indecision he’d
suffered over the last week was gone. Even the “what
the fuck” feeling of the kiss he’d shared with Sam—
all gone. He knew without a doubt he was looking at
the reason.
Seth slowly rose above Luke, refusing to meet eye
to eye. “That wasn’t fair.” He turned to rest on a hip
with a leg tucked at an angle, gazing across the room.
He plucked at the sheet absently, then spoke. “To
answer you from last night, yes, it’s happened before.
A straight man going gay.” He made quote motions in
the air with his hands, dropping them to his lap after.
“All for a night of fun. The night was closer to two
months, and by then I had started to care about him.
Then his girlfriend returns, wanting him back and
suddenly, he’s straight as a sobriety test and refusing
to talk to me.”
“Prick.”
The sound that rumbled from Seth’s chest was
bitter. “Believe me, I called him far worse.”
“Well, I have no girlfriend, and considering I’ve
kissed more guys in the last two months than
women,”—he grinned when Seth snorted rudely—“I
think I know what I’m talking about when I say I do
want to spend more time with you.”
“So—”
A brisk knock on the front door of the house
interrupted them.
“So, I guess I better go see who that is,” Luke
joked. He caressed Seth’s mouth with a lingering
thumb. “I’ll be right back. And we’re not done.”
Sliding out of bed, Luke hunted for his clothes,
finding his jeans on the floor where he’d left them the
night before. Stooping, he snatched them up to hop
into them, not bothering with a shirt or shoes.
He was paces from the front when the knock
repeated. Guessing it was anyone from his neighbor
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