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a good first impression.” The half-naked
guy turned back to Tomas.
    Tomas couldn’t have been more impressed. He let his gaze
wander over a tanned and toned upper body, perfectly rounded pecs topped by
tight dark nipples, and abs almost as chiseled as his own. The chinos were
unbuttoned at the waist and wisps of dark hair led— Oh damn . When he
dragged his attention higher, he was staring straight at him. He had to have
seen where he’d been looking. Fuck.
    “Adam.” He held out his hand. “Otherwise known as the guy
most likely to set fire to a whole city because he left the oven on.”
    “Tomas. Guy most likely to be around to put out fire.”
    The handshake was firm and lasted a fraction too long.
    “What accent is that?”
    “Croatian. You move in?”
    “Only for three weeks.”
    Christ. That made him harder to resist. No messy
entanglements, just quick, pleasurable fucks, assuming Adam was gay or bi.
Tomas was tempted whichever way the guy leaned. He might even try to corrupt a
het. His mouth curved in a grin at the thought.
    “What happen with toast?” he asked because he wasn’t ready
to let this guy walk away.
    “I forgot I’d put the bread in and started to get undressed
for a shower. Next thing I know, flames are coming out of the toaster and the
alarm’s screaming. I unplugged the toaster and poked the bread into the sink,
but the slices were still burning and I worried they’d leave a mark so I used a
couple of forks to throw them into the river. I’ll have to replace the forks.
They went in too. I nearly tossed the toaster in as well.”
    He grinned and Tomas laughed.
    “The alarm in the kitchen was still wailing so I took out
the battery, opened the door of the apartment to clear the air and set off this
alarm.” Adam paled. “Shit. The beans.”
    He raced back into his apartment and Tomas heard a series of
curse words. The open door proved an irresistible lure.
    “You okay?” he called and followed Adam inside.
    The guy stood by the sink, his hand under cold water. The
distinct smell of burning food filled the air. Was he forgetful, a klutz or
both?
    “Burned my fingers. Damn, I’m going to have to buy a
replacement pan too.”
    Tomas winced when he spotted the blackened mess in the
saucepan. The air was still hazy with smoke. He scanned the kitchen taking in
the yellow Post-its stuck everywhere. The one on the microwave said, “Don’t use
this to dry your shoes.”
    “You dry shoes in microwave?” Tomas gaped at him.
    Adam flushed. “They were wet and I needed them to dry fast.
I didn’t think they’d catch fire. One thing I’m good at is learning from my
mistakes.” He paused. “Mostly.” He glanced at the stove. “Maybe I’d better
stick to a boiled egg.” Then he frowned. “Can you burn a boiled egg? No, don’t
answer that. I suspect I’m the only person in the world who could.” He pulled
his hand from the water. “That’s better.” He grimaced. “Ah, no it’s not.” He
stuck it back under the flow.
    Want him, want him, want him. “Keep it there,” Tomas
said. “I cook you something. I live next door. Number 17. Come in ten minutes.”
    “Great. I’m not going to refuse that offer.”
    Tomas swallowed hard as he walked away. Would Adam refuse
what else he was thinking about offering?
    On the back of Adam’s front door were four more Post-its.
“Do you have your wallet?”
    “Your phone?”
    “Your shoes on?”
    “YOUR KEYS?”
    He shook his head, almost regretting his invite. What was
wrong with this guy? He picked up his bags from outside his door, kicking
himself when he saw the bundle of money sitting on top. Christ. If he’d
lost that…

Chapter Three
     
    When Tomas saw the state of his apartment, he groaned. He
scooped up stray items of clothing and pushed them in the laundry bin,
collected dirty mugs and plates and filled the dishwasher, threw the trash into
the bucket under the sink and dragged the duvet back over the bed. He’d