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a one night thing, an experiment with crazy implications, Bradley probably deserved better than that. But Chance couldn’t do morning kisses and get enticed into doing those things again. Everything about last night had been the opposite of how he was raised. You listened to your parents, you finished school, you worked your family spread and you made an honest woman of the girl who’d been there for you forever. Those things kept you warm and safe at night.
     
    But not for the first time over the last year or so, he was asking himself ‘is that enough?’ A question he’d never asked aloud or been asked. A question he’d wondered if his friends asked themselves.
     
    David seemed to think he should want more sex, his brother thought he should want his own place… But never more than this town. They’d eventually gone down the same paths as their parents, the path laid out in front of Chance now.
     
    They never had a Bradley Heart. His body still hummed from its night of unmatched pleasure. His ass hurt, and that made him feel both dirty and turned on. Which would not do. He was pulling his truck into the Red River and the last thing he needed was to start sporting wood.
     
    When he pulled his truck into the garage beneath his loft, he sighed in annoyance to see David’s truck was also there. He girded his loins, gathered his phone and wallet from the center console and made his way out of the truck and garage. Where he found his friend sitting on the stairs to his apartment, drinking coffee and smirking.
     
    Damn. “What’re you doing here?” He tried for nonchalance. If the way David’s smirk became more pronounced was any indication, he’d failed.
     
    “Well, I’d left my tool box here. Thought I’d grab ‘em, do some work on the old bike.” The old bike was a hopeless old Harley that David had been tinkering with for the better part of a decade. Chance figured it was more a way to get alone time than anything, since David had started working on it right around the time he’d gotten together with Jeri the first time. They’d been the kind of couple that was like most others in their town, destined to graduate and marry. The same kind of couple everyone assumed Chance and Caitlin were. Assumed? Probably were. And he couldn’t even think about that right now.
     
    “So you thought you’d help yourself to my coffee?” Chance asked, still attempting to deflect.
     
    “This is your mom’s. You think I’d just go through your place all willy-nilly while you’re out?”
     
    “Yes,” Chance said drily as he started ascending the stairs, passing Caleb whose “Yeah… probably…” was enough to grate his nerves right now. How must it have been for Bradley to have his own place where everyone you knew couldn’t just walk in, because even if you locked the door your mama would give out the key? He’d thought maybe since he paid for it all, well over forty grand by the time he finished, maybe they’d respect it was his space. But such was ranch life. They knew not to drop in at night or if Caitlin was there, so that was something. He supposed his parents always had people coming in and out of the main house without an invitation, too.
     
    He wasn’t sure why he’d compared his situation to Bradley’s. But aside from the sex, he’d noticed Bradley had also had an enviable apartment, privacy and didn’t have his family is his face.
     
    Chance suddenly felt ungrateful, though. He did have his family. That was more than a lot of people could say. Maybe he still had Caitlin, his health, and his ranch. He also had Heather’s catering company. Life was good. It was enough.
     
    “Brother, I do believe you got laid last night,” David’s voice rang out gleefully behind him. He’d almost forgotten his friend was there in the first place. He’d just walked straight into his loft and started changing clothes, completely distracted.
     
    He glanced at his friend. “Why on earth do you think