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club, pulling off the apron around his waist. Maybe this guy is waiting on a ride, could I be that lucky?
    A shadow of muscular legs passes by one of the windows, as the outside light goes out, and the front door opens. My pulse races and my heart’s pounding hard. It manages to skip a beat at the same time. Is that even possible? I’d recognize that walk anywhere. To keep the knot from forming in my stomach, I take a deep breath, swallowing deep. It feels like a rugby player just drop kicked me in the gut. He steps out, locking the door to the club. My chest feels like a boa constrictor is squeezing around me.
    A button down shirt clings to his upper body, revealing the firm muscles hidden beneath. He reaches down to un-tuck his shirt from his waistband, letting it fall loose around his pants, and unbuttons one sleeve at his wrist. He folds the cuff up, then the other side, stopping just underneath his elbow. The familiar tattoo of the panther on his forearm sends chills shooting through my body. I remember when he got it. He talks with the employee outside with the apron, and then watches the guy walk to his car. His hair blows in the wind, and he turns his head, looking in my direction. I know he can’t see me, but it’s like he instinctively senses something.
    He walks toward the only vehicle left in the parking lot, glancing over his shoulder in my direction again, and then clicks the fob unlocking the car. Standing there another minute, he runs his fingers through his hair.
    Braxton is still the most delicious sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on, even now.
                 
     

 
    Chapter Six

     
    Two hours early, I’m at Damien’s house for this barbeque thing. It’s not like me to do this kind of thing, but I couldn’t stand another minute with myself, not after last night. Not after seeing him again. I roll my shoulders back and get ready to knock, but Dax opens the door first.
    “Thought I heard you ride up, come on in.” Dax reaches out and shakes my hand.
    “Payce, glad you could make it.” Damian rounds the corner and leans way over looking behind me, with a silly smirk he shakes his head.
    “Really, Damien.” I laugh. “You knew damn well I wasn’t bringing anyone with me, don’t act shocked.”
    Damien leads the way and we cross his living room and go out the back patio door to the pool area.
    “Am I missing something? Why didn’t you bring anyone?” Dax asks then walks over to the outside bar.
    He reaches into the fridge grabbing a couple beers and Damien stares at him like a love struck teenager. Dax strolls back to us, smiling at Damien the whole way, and hands us both a Budweiser. He returns to the sink area, seasoning the steaks with spices. Damien gets a goofy grin on his face watching Dax.
    “You really do love him, don’t you, Damien?” I pat him on the back, before kicking back in the lounge chair.
    Damien licks his lips. “I do, Payce. Damn, we’ve had to work through so many things, basically been through hell and back, but I wouldn’t change any of it now. Everything we went through, no matter how bad or hard, brought us to where we are now. I trust him.” Damien points toward Dax. “That man right there, he’s my fucking world. I never knew it could be like this.”
    “That’s great, I’m happy for you man. You deserve it, especially after Aaron.”
    “Have you ever had that one person that was it for you, the only one? That’s Dax for me. I’d marry that man, only it’s not legal in Texas, so what can I do, right?”
    “What?” Dax grins at Damien and struts back to us.
    He’s holding a tray with steaks. As he passes Damien, he holds the platter out with one hand, and presses into Damien’s back. Dax slides his free hand around Damien’s waist, kissing him on the shoulder muscle that protrudes from Damien’s neck. 
    “Awe.” I laugh and take a swig of my beer. “Aren’t y’all cute?”
    “Payce here…” Damien makes a fist with thumb