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was an open cavern, lacking curtains or any

feminine frills. The vessel sink was hammered copper and he’d even managed to

find a matching antique tub. The toilet was housed behind a frosted glass wall.

It shoul d have been in a magazine it was so fucking

breathtaking.
    There were few

accents. Twin towels hung from a copper bar, each creamy white. The floor

showcased a shag carpet cut in a shape to look like animal fur. “Did your

brother design this too?”
    “Nah, th is was all me. I hired a crew to do it, but I fucking love

it. They argued with me about the shower being so large, but I work out a lot.

Showering is part of my regimen. I spend a lot of time decompressing in there.”
    Fuck. Images of Luke

all sweaty from w orking out filled his mind. He could

picture his incredible body, all that tight muscle and sinew swollen from

exertion as he pressed his palms into the tile and let the dual shower heads

beat over his skin.
    His mind battled with

the question of whether o r not a straight man could

come up with this design.
    He’s not fucking gay!
    Tristan backed out of

the bathroom and returned to the kitchen where he proceeded to chug his beer.

Luke appeared a moment later with a tool belt strung over his shoulder.
    “You ready to do this?”
    “Yup.” He just hoped

once they got to work the fantasies rolling through his brain like an oversized

locomotive wouldn’t derail and leave him in dangerous territory, split open and

spewing worrisome contents.
    They set the cutter up

out f ront because it was messy work. Tristan ran the

water needed to get started and Luke began placing the tiles on the kitchen

floor to get an idea of measurements.
    Watching him crawl

around on the concrete had Tristan reaching for another beer. Luke stood a nd brushed the dust off his pants. “I think we’re gonna

have to cut all along this wall if we do them diagonal like this. I’m wondering

if I should keep it straight.”
    No, don’t keep it straight. “I like the angled look better.”
    “Me too. All right.

Let’s pl ay with tools,” Luke said, grinning in his

direction.
    Holy shit. That dimple

should be illegal. He bent and grabbed a set of tiles and headed out front.
    Once they had all

their materials in place, he stepped up to the cutter. Luke rubbed his palms

together and grinned. “All right, show me how this

mother works.”
    Tristan shut his eyes

and took a breath. “So, basically, what you have is a diamond blade. The

ceramic gets hot and the water cools the blade so it doesn’t burn and break the

tile. It’s abrasive, bu t packs a lot of heat.”
    He lost his train of

thought the moment Luke crowded around him. He could feel his body heat through

the cotton of their shirts and swallowed hard. “What’s this?” Luke’s hand

snaked around his hip and picked up the pump.
    Fuck. His d ick twitched at the sight of those big fingers curling

around the contraption. “That’s the pump. The key is to keep it primed.”
    “That plugs in here?”

he asked, reaching for the power source.
    “Yeah, just fit it in

there and make sure you got a good flow.”
    L uke fit the pump to the power source and water spewed out

of the reservoir, arcing onto the ground. Tristan chuckled and repositioned the

hose. “Yeah, you got a good flow there.”
    “Shit,” Luke laughed.

“Should I have waited to do that?”
    “No, that’s all righ t. Things tend to get messy with big tools. You want to fit

the nub into that hole.”
    Luke’s large hands

closed over the filter as he maneuvered the tip in the hole of the hose leading

to the blade. “It’s tight.”
    Kill me now. “That’s all right. You want a s nug fit.”
    Once he had the filter

hooked to the hose, water trickled through the mechanism and over the blade.

Luke grunted at the slight accomplishment. “Now what?”
    “You want to give it a

few minutes. It’s not a bad idea to let the water run for a second, really