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Chapter 12

Well, that did it. Or something. Beau twisted in his chair, his jeans shrinking two or three sizes. It was like being back in junior high. God, that was a sexy stop sign.

“Crap.” Beau’s voice broke, cracked, and warbled over the one word. Definitely junior high.

Why that one word drew Hec’s attention, Beau couldn’t have said, but he was suddenly caught, trapped, pinned to his chair like a strange species of insect under the eye of a watchful entomologist. Hector’s eyes weren’t brown, Beau realized suddenly. They were hazel, deep golden-green. The twist of heat in his gut fluttered, threatened to burst into flame.

“What?” Hector demanded. He leaned forward, bringing his knees into contact with Beau’s. Yep, there it went. Sproing

Beau licked dry lips. His heart throbbed in his chest. He inhaled, the longest, deepest breath of his life to date, and leaned forward. His mouth was only centimeters from Hec’s ear. “I’ve got a raging hard on.”