Chapter 29

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“You’re almost naked,” Jason says upon entering his cottage through the kitchen: bright whites, glass cabinets, stainless-steel appliances, quartz floor, spotless. He sees Dillon standing at the sink, drinking a glass of iced water. His lover is wearing nothing but a pair of teal-colored boxer-briefs that outline his muscular thighs, dark skin, and wholesome package.

“Dinner’s in the oven. Asparagus, chicken, and broccoli bake. One of your favorite casseroles. I made it just for you.”

“Looks like dinner’s being sexy and right in front of me. You’re one of my favorite meals, if you want to know the truth,” Jason says. He sets his murse on the small kitchen table where they eat breakfast, and removes his jacket, which he places over the back of one of the tiny and uncomfortable chairs.

Dillon winks at him. “You smell like sage. Did you go see Miss Neala again?”