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banter with Noah light until
he got a better sense of how the other man viewed him. For certain, there would
be no replay of his most recent fantasies. There was no way he and Haley and
Noah were going to wrestle around on the sheets together. That would be a
disaster even if Haley was willing, which he knew she would not be. She hated
him even if she still desired him. He couldn’t blame her. He’d made a hash of
things and there was no going back. There was no taking back the rotten and
unfair things he’d said to her even though they were born more from his own
fear than anything else. Far better for him to concentrate on the mission, to
picture the possible devastation if they weren’t able to stop these murderous
sons of bitches. Yeah, that did it. Thinking about dead innocents definitely
killed his desire.
    With his body under better control, Sev took a deep breath
and knocked.
     
    He heard the knock on the door, but before he could respond,
it swung open and a tall, muscular man walked in. For an instant, a frustrating
one, he thought he recognized the other man then the thought was gone. Instead
he saw yet another stranger, one who watched him with a mixture of hope and
concern. Once more he felt a failure. Why the hell couldn’t he remember?
Sitting up straighter in his bed, he tamped down the growing panic and forced
himself to act as normal as he could, whatever normal was.
    “Come in,” he said, although it was a moot point because the
other man was already in the bedroom and closing the door quietly behind him.
Everything about the guy screamed authority and as it had with the woman,
Haley. Something inside him said he needed to pay attention to this person. And
as with Haley, his body, weak as it was, reacted to the sight of this man with
warmth, and desire? His cock, lying naked beneath the sheet, strained to come
to life. Was it possible he was attracted to this guy? Was it possible he was
involved with him? His body had reacted awfully fast.
    There was no way for him to know. No one was telling him
much of anything except his name. Noah. Noah Turner. He wasn’t sure he even
liked the name, although he had to get used to thinking of himself as such. For
damn sure he didn’t know how he felt about being attracted or involved with
anyone, let alone two people. And a woman and a man? What the fuck! The
information that managed to stick in his brain told him this was weird. Or,
maybe his brain was so fried he was thinking and feeling things that didn’t
really exist.
    Something in his expression must have conveyed his thoughts
because the other man stopped by the end of the bed and cleared his throat. “Is
this a bad time?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t think there’s such a thing as a good
time under the circumstances.” Man, did he sound pathetic. Whoever he was,
whatever he was, he didn’t like being an object of pity. Before his visitor
could reply, he amended his response. “Actually it’s a great time. I’m bored
shitless lying here. I appreciate the company, especially from someone who
isn’t going to stick something into me. You aren’t here to stick something into
me, are you?” he added belatedly.
    It was meant to be amusing, but the look on the other guy’s
face told him he had said something decidedly unfunny. The man’s eyes flashed
open, and his large hands gripped the footboard. For a couple of seconds, their
gazes locked. Heat and intensity crossed the few feet that separated them. His
cock stirred enough to make him raise a leg to hide what was happening. He
thought the other man was going to say something.
    The moment passed. Releasing the footboard, the guy walked
around to the side of the bed, his hands jammed inside his jeans front pockets.
Hiding his own erection? No, Noah’s injured brain had to be playing tricks on
him.
    “I’m not a doctor or a nurse,” his visitor said, the voice
deep and powerful. “I’m Severin Blake. I’m a friend.” The last bit was