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navel, the heat of Cade’s dick burning his fingers. Not touching. Teasing. Tempting. A girder would hide them from any Peeping Tom eyes, but Tuck honestly couldn’t be bothered to move or to risk startling Cade out of this moment he’d worked so hard to catch.
    He brushed his lips over Cade’s, softer and sweeter than most anyone would believe he could be. He drew back to see how Cade was taking it. Only for a second.
    This time when he kissed Cade, he crushed their mouths together, hard and hot, deep and wet, filthy and holy, everything that made him and Cade them . Cade shuddered, no doubt doing his damnedest not to—
    Cade groaned when he yielded. His hands were as strong and desperate as Tuck remembered, tangling in Tuck’s hair so hard his scalp prickled, kneading his hip with a merciless force sure to leave bruises. He pulled Tuck against him, grinding his hard-on, just as needy as his hands had been, against Tuck.
    Then—he pushed Tuck away just as roughly as he’d been snatched up, his lips strung apart and kiss-swollen a dark red.
    Breathless, Tuck stared Cade in the eye. “There. Now you can kick me over the rail if you want, or you can tell me if that feels like the end to you.”
    Tuck could hear Cade grinding his teeth. “It’s. Not. That. Easy. I’m not like you, Tuck. Leaping without even thinking about looking. You turn everything upside down the way it’s not supposed to be.”
    “Says who?”
    “Says me. It’s my life.”
    “I know.” Tuck eyed him. “But you know what? You’re my life. Still. So where does that leave us?”
    Cade flat-palmed Tuck’s chest, probably meaning to push him away. But as he did, the envelope slipped free of Tuck’s pocket and caught between the two of them, pressed as close together as they were.
    Whatever Cade had started to say died unspoken. Uncertainty seeped back in.
    To his own credit, Tuck didn’t like playing unfair. Sometimes, though, it was the only way. He took the envelope by one edge to keep it safe.
    “Everything Megan and Hannah know about love, they learned from watching us at St. Pius and afterward,” he told Cade. “You know it’s true. I’m not going to call them less than a month before their wedding to give them this kind of news, and I’m not going to miss the chance to see my sisters get married. Look me in the eye if you can and tell me if you want to hurt them in any way when they should be happier than they’ve ever been. I won’t take it away from them. Will you?”
    Cade’s hands were knotted into fists, held at his side. His wrists were white from the pressure and restraint and his shoulders tight as muscle cramps. “There’s nothing else we can do.”
    “Wrong.”
    Cade stood on that thin edge right between fight or flight. Now or never. “How can there be a right choice?” The way he said that, with a quiet sort of despair, betrayed more about Cade’s state of mind and heart than Tuck knew Cade would have wanted on display.
    More, it told him Cade didn’t want to let the girls down either.
    So here went nothing—and everything. Tuck took a deep breath and laid his cards on the table, plain and simple. “They don’t know, and they’re happy that way. Ignorance is bliss, sometimes. They don’t need to know, so we…” Tuck tried to find a way of saying this that sounded better and couldn’t. “We don’t tell them. That’s the only way.”
    Cade stared at him. A stare so blank and protracted that Tuck shuffled his feet and crossed his arms, trying to keep his mouth shut and not make things worse. “You’re not joking, are you?”
    “No.” Tuck could almost read Cade’s mind at the moment, and he didn’t disagree with any of the thoughts no doubt racing through it. This was madness, but he’d challenge anyone with a living, beating heart to come up with anything better. Cade wouldn’t be able to.
    That didn’t mean he’d fall in line. Only seconds passed before Tuck knew he’d called that one