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and his partner had made sure he’d gotten in the house…and into bed. Kaleb sank onto the edge of the mattress and groaned. He’d been in his underwear when he’d woke this morning, and there was no way Kaleb had managed that alone.
    Closing his eyes, Kaleb searched his memory, his pulse roaring in his ears. How had he reacted when Landry had taken his clothes off? When the other male had touched his chest, his fly? More precisely, how had his dick responded? His cock stirred at the thought, flexing behind his briefs.
    Shit. If a daydream about what could have been had his shaft half-hard, there was no telling how much of a fool he might have made of himself last night. Then once more, the mental image of Landry’s face loomed inside his head. Kaleb had grabbed onto the shifter, holding the other male over him, their gazes locked. Kaleb had wanted to desperately tell him something…
    “I love you, man,” he repeated the words echoing against the walls of his skull. His eyelids popped open. “Fuck!” He’d told Landry he loved him, but then… Yes! Thank God. He was pretty sure he’d passed out afterward.
    Kaleb lunged to his feet. If he hadn’t though, would he have kissed Landry? His gut tightened at the prospect. Absently, his fingers went to his lips, and he could almost feel the other male’s against his. Landry’s mouth was so damn perfect—full, with a deep vee carved in the center of the top lip. What would that have been like, stealing one forbidden kiss?
    Soft and easy?
    Hard and desperate?
    A ragged exhale escaped his lungs. They’d been so close. Kaleb could almost swear he still smelled the lingering barley and hops on his partner’s breath. A ding-dong rang out, yanking him back to the present. The front door.
    Kaleb shook his head, shoving all the images and thoughts back into the recesses of his mind where they belonged. Landry was his partner—his best friend. He could never cross that line and risk ruining everything between them. They’d been through so much together. Kaleb couldn’t remember a time when Landry hadn’t been there for him.
    He sighed.
    Over the years, Landry had never made it a secret that he was bisexual, but they’d never crossed that line with each other. Kaleb had never given Landry any indication he’d wanted to be anything more than his friend.
    Hell, Kaleb wasn’t gay. He’d never had any interest in other men. It was only Landry who had him questioning who and what he wanted in his bed for the past few years. So what did that make him? He wasn’t quite gay, but there was a part of him that wasn’t completely straight either.
    Christ. That was fucked up.
    He was completely sure, though, that his family would go ballistic if their only son decided to hook-up, or heaven forbid, mate another male.
    In his stocking feet, Kaleb headed toward the front of the house. He needed to keep his daydreams—and his hands—to himself. That was a no-brainer. Kaleb reached for the doorknob. The idea of he and Landry getting busy was about as close to the realm of possibility as Kaleb and Rosa KinKaid.
    Not. Gonna. Happen.
    He pulled the door open. And his heart stuttered. Damn! Kaleb swallowed, searching for his voice.
    “Good morning,” Rosa said, standing there with the morning sun bouncing off her blonde locks, the rays turning the strands into luminescent crystal. It wasn’t possible anything else on Earth existed more gorgeous than the female on his porch.
    Kaleb cleared his throat, hoping the act jarred his vocal chords back into action. “Hey, there.” He quirked a smile and leaned onto the narrow wood frame of the door. “What brings you out here? Not that I’m complaining,” he quickly added.
    “Umm…” Rosa’s nose crinkled. “I kind of need to ask a favor.”
    She wanted a favor from him? When the hell did that four-leaf clover find its way up his ass? “Sure.” He straightened, squaring his shoulders. “What do you need?”
    “Do you mind if I