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unmarried Cooper left… you’d have to take him on.”
    “What?” Charlie asked, confusion evident in his voice.
    “What do you say, Josh…? Think you’re up to it?” Bill joked.
    Josh tilted his head and smiled, having already realized Charlie wasn’t as immune to him as he would have Josh believe. He scratched his chin in deliberation. “I dunno, Bill. You’d have to talk him up a storm. Can’t say I’m that impressed so far. What am I looking at?”
    “Well, I know I’m his mother, so I’m a little biased, but he’s real pretty.” Sharon’s small hand warmed Josh’s skin through his thin shirt as she cozied up next to him. “Big green eyes, eyelashes to die for, blond hair, and he has these freckles… everywhere .” The last word was a stage whisper with extra emphasis.
    Josh could practically taste Charlie’s embarrassment as the other man was subjected to his parents’ meddling. For a split second, he felt sorry for him. He had, after all, been in the same position time and again with his own family. But he was enjoying the fact that he rattled the other man far too much to stop.
    “Well,” Charlie said sarcastically. “As much as I’m enjoying being the fatted calf, I think I’m going to mingle with the guests.”
    “But I am a guest,” Josh retorted, a wicked smile curving his lips. There was something about this shy man that intrigued him. Whenever the guy spoke, his voice conjured up all sorts of images in Josh’s head that were not entirely welcome. “How tall is he, Sharon?”
    “He’s six two, well built, although he could do with a little more meat on his bones,” she replied, as if Charlie wasn’t even there, Josh noted.
    “And he’s pretty, you say?” Josh frowned and tapped his chin with his forefinger. “See, you could just be trying to get rid of him, so you would say that just so I’d take him off your hands. I mean, the special sauce is good, but I can’t say yes based on your say-so.” He lifted his hand and let it hang in the air between him and Charlie. “So I guess the only way to be sure is to see for myself.” His voice held a challenging note. “Do you mind, Charlie?”
    Sharon mumbled something Josh didn’t quite hear, and Charlie made a noise between a sigh and a growl as he shuffled closer to Josh. “Knock yourself out,” Charlie snapped.
    “Well, since you put it so nicely,” Josh countered. He closed his eyes and lifted his hands, feeling warm fingers curl around his, instinctively knowing they were Charlie’s as the man placed Josh’s palm to his cheek.
    Josh tried to keep his shoulders relaxed while his fingers traced across the long sweep of Charlie’s lashes. Jesus, Sharon wasn’t kidding. They are definitely eyelashes to die for . His fingers trailed down the straight plane of Charlie’s nose and across his cheeks, trying to imagine the freckles Sharon said were there. He couldn’t prevent his own lips from parting when he traced the outline of Charlie’s, and when he felt the other man’s slight gasp against his fingertips, it unfurled dark heat in his belly—heat he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Josh dropped his hands from Charlie’s face as if he were suddenly hot to the touch and hoped his shrug was nonchalant. “He’s not bad -lookin’.” Josh was relieved to find his voice didn’t tremble as he’d been sure it would. “I guess I wouldn’t have to keep him locked in the basement when we had visitors.”
    “While I’m eternally grateful that you’d be willing to look past my shortcomings and take me on,” Charlie ground out silkily, “what makes you think that you’d be pretty enough for me ?”
    “Have you seen me?” Josh snorted and shook his head in mock disbelief, his tone incredulous. “I am smokin ’ hot, man. Come on, admit it. You like what you see.”
    “I’m sorry, man. It’s real hard to see past your ego.” Charlie barked out a laugh, and Josh clasped his hand to his chest and reached out