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tree, though. They’d have to head to Santa Fe to get it, and assure it would survive the trip back. It just didn’t seem feasible.
    Jeshebet slept in her basket, dreaming away baby dreams. Jackson wondered if babies really did dream of fading past lives. His heart softened. At least Jeshebet got more sleep than either of them.
    The sheriff would be back in town soon enough, and he’d be on the case to find her parents. Or at least pass her on to someone who could help.
    In the kitchen, Vegas had gone quiet in his cleaning duties. He was probably organizing the back room and taking stock, getting ready to do it all over again before opening tomorrow. There was pie dough to prep before they could head home, and it was a two-person job that took another couple hours.
    Jackson glanced down at Jeshebet and nodded as she dozed. He hoped she would sleep through the night. He headed back to the kitchen, stifling a yawn. Turning a corner to the back room, Jackson’s breath hitched in his throat.
    Vegas stood with his back toward Jackson, furiously jacking off. He curled his fingers tight into the wire shelving, enough to bleach his knuckles as he worked out his passion.
    Jackson slapped his hands over his mouth and ducked out of sight. He trembled, equal parts mortified and completely turned on. What had happened to Vegas’s vow of celibacy? When did he break it?
    He listened to Vegas groan under his breath. Jackson tightened his thighs in response. Fuck, he wanted Vegas. He was right there, caught in this moment, and Jackson was the dirtiest of voyeurs. Apparently, Vegas understood that old habits died hard and, being pure embodiments of Viagra, needed release.
    Jackson’s whole body ached, not just his cock. He gnashed his teeth and got bold enough to sneak another peek. Vegas had his head tilted back, hissing with each heated breath as he fucked his hand. Jackson’s lip quivered. How he wanted Vegas down his throat, creaming into his eager mouth. Vegas’s mouth dropped open as he took down large gulps of air. Jackson recognized the sign of the rise of his climax. He held his breath when Vegas spilled himself, his knees buckling with the release.
    Vegas shook his head, seemed to mutter something to himself. Was he embarrassed? Jackson didn’t understand.
    Jackson made a quick getaway to the manager’s office, trying to force away the heat and need in his body. He didn’t see anything. Jackson would remind himself of that. He was just tired, and his obsession to win the bet mixed with his feelings for Vegas were running together. That was all it was. Vegas was probably spanking off over Cillian, anyway.
    That thought was worse than a cold shower. His erection fell in an instant. He could deal with this. Jackson shook as he worked through the Excel spreadsheets. He had to make peace with the fact that Vegas’s attraction to Cillian was something he couldn’t compete with. Even in all of their years in the Seventh Circle and learning about humans, Jackson would always be the snarky friend. Maybe Vegas had denied his thing with Cillian as a way of softening the blow to Jackson’s ego.
    His eyes went blurry and he scrubbed his fingers over them. He sniffed away the stuffiness in his sinuses. Jackson wasn’t crying, or so he told himself, as he managed the work-hours spreadsheet.
    “Hey,” Vegas said as he came around the doorway.
    Jackson screamed, nearly toppling back in the office chair. He clutched his chest. “Fuck, you scared the piss out of me.”
    “Sorry,” Vegas grinned, and Jackson noticed him wiping his hands. “Um…. What do you think of hiring Cillian?”
    Jackson shot his attention back to his spreadsheet, then smeared the wetness from his face again. “Oh… um… sure,” he croaked.
    “You okay?” Vegas asked.
    “Allergies,” Jackson lied. He didn’t look up.
    “It would be part-time, of course,” Vegas said. “He’d work with you. He seems really good at waiting on tables.”
    Jackson dug