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friend of the author, and she’s a damn good writer.” He leaned against the counter. “Maybe I can talk her into coming out here for a book signing sometime.”
    “Internet stalker is more like it, not friend.” She paged through the review and made a few corrections before turning the computer back to him. “There you go.”
    “I am not a stalker. Okay, maybe not friends, but we’re more than acquaintances. We’re flirty e-mail buddies. That counts for something.”
    “You barely know anything about her personally. If you were straight and single you would be chasing her for her phone number.”
    “I would not.”
    She arched an eyebrow at him.
    “Okay, so maybe I would, but that’s beside the point.” He glanced through the review one more time before posting it to the store’s blog, then zapped an e-mail off to Gwen letting her know he’d posted it. “She really is good. She’s cute, too.”
    “Oh, do not tell me you cruised for a pic of her?”
    “I can’t help it if she was tagged on Facebook, can I?” He brought up a photo and showed her. “Look, her and her sister.” Gwen had curly brown hair not quite to her shoulders, and sweet brown eyes. Her sister, Amy, shared her sister’s brown eyes, but looked like she dyed her straight hair dark blonde, judging from her dark eyebrows and roots.
    Celia shook her head and rolled her eyes.
    “If straight women can fangirl Adam Lambert, I can fangirl Gwen.” He closed the browser screen.
    “You’re in lurrrrv.”
    “Am not.”
    “You are. Bet you’re sporting wood right now, aren’t you?”
    Celia got away with teasing him like that only because he’d known her since high school. He’d asked her to move to Rapid City to help open and run the store. “Am not,” he fibbed.
    Well, only a little fib. He wasn’t stiff, just…interested. He tugged on his trousers to adjust them.
    She tried to peek over the counter. “Liar.” She turned when the front bell jingled as a customer came in. “We’ll pick this up later.” She went to greet them.
    He smiled as he put his laptop under the counter. She could be a ballbuster, but he loved her like a sister. After they’d tried sleeping together as teenagers, he realized that maybe he did prefer dicks to chicks. He considered himself homoflexible. There were a few women he wouldn’t mind doing.
    Gwen definitely topped that list.
    He adjusted his trousers again.
    Jack walked in a moment later and waved when he spotted Tim. As Jack approached, Tim’s cock fully stiffened. Okay, so since he was with Jack he had effectively become homosexual, because he wouldn’t give him up for anything.
    “Hey,” Tim said before he leaned over the counter and kissed him. “What are you doing here this time of day?”
    “I can’t come harass my boyfriend when I want?”
    Tim grinned. “Sure, but are you doing it on the taxpayers’ dime or yours?”
    “Late lunch break. Got caught up investigating a robbery. Thought I’d come bug you.”
    “I’m flattered.” He led Jack over to the cafe, behind the counter. “What are you in the mood for?”
    “Just a quick and easy sandwich.” He leaned against the wall and watched Tim put it together.
    Tim could see from the look on Jack’s face that his mind was elsewhere. “Did you talk to your dad this morning?”
    Jack nodded.
    “How’s your mom?”
    Jack’s expression clouded. “Dad said they’re trying another medicine,” he quietly said. “Started her on it yesterday.” He took the offered plate. “Thanks, babe.”
    Tim made him a cappuccino and followed him to the back corner table he preferred. He slid the steaming cup in front of Jack and brushed his fingers over his hand. As Tim sat, Jack caught his hand and held it without looking up from his plate. “Thank you, Tim.”
    Jack’s soft tone worried Tim. “For what?”
    Jack finally looked up. Tim didn’t miss the way his eyes looked too bright, as if close to tears. “For coming back here with