Chapter 9

Although Burrito Belle’s intervention had ratcheted down the sexual tension a few notches, Troy still felt the after-effects in a speeded heartbeat and a need to breathe deeply to bring his blood oxygen back up to normal.

Juan had started to turn away, but stopped with his profile to Troy. He had his hands clasped tightly as if to still their tremors. “I—I think I need to go clean up the kitchen.”

“I’ll help,” Troy said. He wasn’t ready to let the other man get too far away. They still needed to figure out what had happened and whether they were both willing to let it run its course or not. Until hewas sure, he’d be pretty damn wired. He was not ready for this, not looking for it and not even sure he wanted it, but when lightning struck, what choice did a guy have?

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