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house.
    “I got the plumbing

shut off at the kitchen sink since we’ re working in

there. You can use the master bath. Powder room sink isn’t hooked up yet.”
    Tristan nodded and

headed in that direction. After using the toilet he turned to the sink and

paused. Luke was in the bathroom stripping away his jeans, his boots toss ed carelessly on the floor. His heart raced as his gaze

followed the long line of his spine down to the fitted elastic of his briefs.

Short briefs.
    His vision focused on

the contour of the thick muscles roping through his thighs, evident even under

the tig ht cotton. Luke twisted and Tristan nearly

choked as his gaze snagged on the enormous bulge packed in the front of those

shorts.
    Pivoting, Luke put his

back toward Tristan. Down went the

briefs and the sexiest ass ever to exist suddenly became the comple te focus of Tristan’s mind. Twin globes of perfection had

his jaw unhinging and then the vision disappeared as he stepped into the shower

alcove.
    What. The. Fuck.
    Maybe he’s just cool with being naked.
    “I’ll be out in a sec.

I just needed to rinse the swea t off.”
    Tristan cleared his

throat. “’Kay.”
    He blinked,

dumbfounded. The room filled with steam and the intoxicating scent of Luke’s

soap. When the water shut off, Tristan flinched. He’d been standing there the

entire time. Fuck. It was too late to make it out the

door unnoticed.
    “Toss me a towel.”
    Towel, bitch. Move! Snapping into motion, he yanked one of

the thick towels off the rod on the wall and stepped toward the shower. When he

turned, Luke smiled and held out a hand. “Thanks.”
    He pressed the terrycloth to his face and Tristan’s jaw nearly fell to the

floor. The guy was fucking enormous. No wonder he’d been stretching the life

out of those tiny briefs. The towel came down and Tristan’s head jerked up.

Panic cut through his system as he met Luke ’s gaze.

Yes, he’d been staring and there was no denying it.
    “It’s bad, isn’t it?”
    Confused, Tristan

asked, “What?”
    “My scar.”
    Contemplating the body

in front of him, his scrutiny dropping to the jagged white lines of Luke’s

knee, Tristan swallowed. That scar was like a spot of

black oil on a perfect canvas, but he was still beautiful. No amount of

scarring could detract from that. “Nah. It’s not bad at all.”
    Luke tied the towel

around his waist and exited the alcove. It had to be an athlete thing. Showeri ng in so many locker rooms with so many other men probably

made him indifferent to nudity.
    As Luke passed him, he

stopped, patted his shoulder, and chuckled. “Relax, man. It’s just a dick.” And

with that, he left.
    Again. What. The.

Fuck?
    “I’ll wait for yo u outside.” Tristan quickly exited the house and when Luke

met him out front he hadn’t calmed in the least. If he was going to be this

guy’s friend it was going to be torture. As soon as the floor was done, he was

out.

Chapter Two
    “So my sister tell s me you and Ryan were roommates,” Mrs. McCullough blurted,

her litany of questions, curses and arbitrary statements now encroaching on a

ten minute span of babble without a breath of pause.
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “That’s a nice thing,

the two of you keepin’ up you r friendship after

graduation. And Rosemarie tells me you’ll be workin’ in the log yard now.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Did you hear that,

Frank dear? Tristan’s going to be workin’ for ya.”
    “I heard.”
    She turned back to

Tristan. “He heard. I’m, always the last to kno w.

Wouldn’t know my ass from a hole in the ground if I didn’t find out for myself.

No one tells me a damn thing in this house…” She went on and he wondered if no

one told her anything because once she started talking no one else could slip a

word in edgewi se.
    He didn’t know what

was more awkward, the way Luke’s mom wouldn’t stop talking about every thought

that flitted across her mind