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to grab Sharon as if he had been shot to the heart.
    “Dude, that hurts,” Josh said, mock affronted. “But, see, you’ve really gone and done it now.”
    “Done what?” Charlie asked. “I was just walking by, minding my own business, before I was made to parade like best in show.”
    “The thing is, I really want that family recipe, and I never back away from a challenge.” Josh huffed out a self-deprecating laugh and held his hands out, palm up. “Hell, that’s what put me in the dark in the first place.”
    “And what exactly is the challenge, Josh?”
    Removing his sunglasses, Josh kept his gaze in the direction of Charlie’s smooth, velvety voice and a slow smile spread across his lips before he answered, lowering his tone suggestively. “Why, you are, Mr. Cooper… you are.”
    Josh heard Sharon’s intake of breath and Bill’s loud guffaw, but Charlie remained silent for a few moments before saying, with a cold, hard edge to his voice, “Sorry, Mr. Donald, but that is one challenge that will definitely leave you in the dark.”
    Listening to Charlie’s footsteps tapping out a hasty retreat, Josh’s lips lifted in amusement. “Interesting,” he said as Sharon slid a warm hand through his arm. “Did you hear that, Sharon?”
    “Hear what, sweetie?”
    “I think he just double-dared me.”

Chapter Four
     
    M ARIO unlocked the door to their cabin, and Greg and Josh walked past him, Greg’s hand cupping Josh’s elbow. Josh heard the jangle of the keys as Mario dropped them onto the table inside the door and rolled his eyes at the sound of Mario’s dramatic yawn.
    “So….” Mario drew out the single syllable.
    “Not a word,” Josh said, firmly, holding up his hand as he felt behind him for the arm of the couch and sank down onto the cushions. He had a headache, and he was dog-tired. They’d been on the road since seven that morning, and it was almost midnight.
    “I wasn’t going to say anything,” Mario replied, albeit not very convincingly.
    “Sure you weren’t,” Josh replied, sarcasm dripping from the words. “Your lips have been dying to flap since we left the barbecue.”
    “Josh,” Greg said softly. “We’re glad you like Charlie.”
    “Who said I like him?” Josh questioned, his cheeks filling with warmth as he ran a hand through his hair. He winced as his fingers caught in the unruly mass and made a mental note to wash it in the morning.
    “You don’t?” Greg’s tone was incredulous. “That’s not what it looked like from where we were standing.”
    “I was just kidding around,” Josh retorted, the response sounding pathetically lame, even to his own ears. The following silence was deafening, and he only managed to stand it for a few moments before blurting out, “Stop fucking looking at me! I know as much as you do, okay? I just… just….” He sighed heavily and rubbed a hand across his eyes.
    “Just what, baby?” Mario asked, the sofa cushion beside Josh sinking as his friend sat down next to him.
    “His voice… it’s just… so… so— Oh, I don’t fucking know.” Josh leaned his head in Mario’s direction and cast him a grateful glance when his friend took the hint and shuffled along the couch so Josh could put his head in Mario’s lap. “When Alec….” He hesitated, relaxing against Mario’s thighs when he felt warm, comforting fingers card through his hair. “When he left me… when he decided he couldn’t handle it… I thought that would be it for me. I was damaged goods, you know, so I guess I closed that side of me off. But, man, the moment I heard that voice… it was like I’d been in a deep sleep and I was finally waking up.” He choked out a laugh at the romanticism of his turn of phrase. “I really gotta stop listening to Oprah’s book club before my balls drop off completely. But do you know what I mean? Does that make any sense at all?”
    Josh heard Greg’s musical laugh and then his feet were being lifted and put down on