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laugh once more.
    Brody fought against the sudden erection that threatened to tent his pants and shame him. A strange sensation—something almost like jealousy—swept over him as he watched the two share a smile of unmistakable love and happiness.
    Lark stepped aside and Zak stretched out his hand in greeting.
    “Nice to meet you,” Zak rumbled in a deep, penetrating voice that seemed to vibrate right through Brody.
    The man’s eyes were boring into him now, and Brody found it difficult to let go of his warm, calloused hand when the handshake needed to come to an end, or become something more intimate.
    Man, I need to get laid.It was as if having the all-consuming pressure to find a job suddenly lifted from his shoulders had sent it all straight to his pants. His cock was certainly stressing that it needed some action. And apparently it was happy to pick out likely candidates for him to consider—left, right and centre.
    Zak pulled back his hand from the warm, firm handshake and took a moment to look over their newest employee. He was a bit surprised at how disappointed he was that he had to release the man’s hand.
    Brody had nice hands and the contact had felt good.
    Actually, now that he looked, Brody was really kind of cute. A little on the skinny side perhaps, but those pale blue eyes that looked away shyly…and the lean, but very masculine frame…mmm, very nice.
    Brody would be just Zak’s type, if he weren’t already well and truly taken with Lark.
    Zak flexed his fingers and thought again about the way Brody’s hand had felt resting in his own. He had a thing for hands. There was nothing like the feel of a man’s hands moving over skin—touching, exploring, bringing all the other senses to focus on the intimate contact between two people.
    Mmmm, yes… Zak struggled to turn his wicked grin into a friendly smile. After closing tonight, he would need to do some serious exploring with Lark. If only Lark had more than two hands.
    Suddenly, Zak found himself thinking about what it would be like to have Brody’s hands moving over him, too. His cock began to fill until it caught at an odd angle and throbbed painfully in the confines of his pants.

    Well, that was a stupid, fucking thing to think. He took a step back and pulled Lark in front of him to hide his erection.
    Unfortunately, as Zak discreetly tried to adjust himself, Lark looked around with a slightly confused expression. Zak felt a slight flush creep up his neck. Fuck, nothing like getting sprung.
    Zak continued to force a smile as he tried desperately to will his erection away. He hoped Lark hadn’t noticed his ill-timed reaction and jumped to the wrong conclusion. Sure he found Brody attractive, but he loved Lark. Not just loved—adored and worshipped. He wanted Lark in that forever-and-always, soppy kind of way he would never admit out loud. There was no other man he would rather spend the rest of his life with.
    Okay, so maybe Zak didn’t mind looking at the man in front of them, and maybe he inspired one or two wicked thoughts. But that was just a nice little fantasy. Eye candy. A daydream. He shouldn’t be feeling uncomfortable or…guilty.
    “I was actually just bringing Brody in to you, Zak,” Lark was saying while Zak tried to sort out his confusing thoughts. “He needs to get paperwork done so he can start tonight, and I promised him those spare jackets Ryan left behind before he did a runner.”
    “Sure. Um…I think they’re hanging in the far locker,” Zak murmured, hoping to make a quick get away to relieve himself of his embarrassing, not so little problem. Willing his erection away just wasn’t working.
    “And the paperwork?”
    “Top of the filing cabinet.”
    Damn. Lark was hopeless when it came to navigating his way around the filing system. There went his opportunity to high tail it out of here and get his unruly cock back in line. Zak couldn’t, in all good conscience, abandon Lark when he knew his little lover was