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catching on to him and Bill being gay in case anyone had a problem with it. He sent Bill a look that he hoped conveyed the need to not be obvious.
    Bill’s smile dimmed.
    Mahon stopped beside him. “Small town,” he said conversationally.
    Bill’s eyes widened. “Oh! Yes, it is. I didn’t think—um. Have you considered what I mentioned?”
    Bill obviously didn’t get the point. He was ogling Mahon like Mahon was a big, juicy steak and Bill was starving.
    Mahon really didn’t like the man. He had a dishonest scent about him. “Can’t. I have work to do in a short time, then I’m gone.” A little harsh, perhaps, but it was better than snapping Bill’s head off. Literally.
    “Right. Well, if you change your mind…” Bill let it hang out there.
    Mahon plastered on what might have been a smile. “Yeah, I’ll keep you in mind.” He stepped past Bill and breathed a relieved sigh once he was outside. It was his own fault Bill was bugging him. Mahon had thought being friendly to the guy might get him some info on the Jacek brothers, but it hadn’t. Nothing more than Bill calling the younger brother a stuck-up asshole.
    Mahon took that to mean Trent Jacek had shot Bill down in the sex department. Nothing else was likely to make a man like Bill so pissy. Not that he knew Bill well, nor did he want to.
    It was already hot outside, and as Mahon strolled over to his truck, he caught sight of an attractive man—short, stocky, wearing a cowboy hat and those pants that framed a cowboy’s ass and package just right. Mahon licked his lips, wondering what his chances were in getting the guy to play a little.
    The man went into a grocery store. Mahon found himself heading across the street, his dick leading him even if it wasn’t hard yet. It was rare to have such a primal attraction to anyone. The little cowboy called to Mahon, and he didn’t want to resist the urge to see if he could get a chance to approach him.
    Inside the store, a confluence of scents assaulted his nostrils. It was hard to sort anything out. There were too many bodies, too many odors, so Mahon had to depend on his vision and his instincts.
    He found the cowboy in under a minute. The man was looking over oranges in the fruit section. The citrus tang was strong, and it made Mahon want to sneeze. He pinched the bridge of his nose until he had the impulse under control, then he stalked his prey.
    He liked everything he saw so far, from the top of that brown Stetson to the worn cowboy boots on the man’s feet. While short in stature—to Mahon, at least—there were nice, broad shoulders and a really divine ass to be observed. The globes of that fine backside would fit perfectly in Mahon’s big hands. He’d spread that beauty open, with his tongue, with his fingers. Then thrust in hard enough to drive a scream out of them both.
    Mahon tugged the hem of his shirt down, making certain his erection was covered. He wanted the man, and he’d have him, unless the little cowboy was straight. Even then, Mahon might be able to talk him into doing a bit of experimenting.
    The cowboy tilted his head a little and slanted Mahon a heated look.
    He feels it too. And goddamn, he’s sexy. Those green eyes really were bright, and the man’s profile was rugged yet attractive, almost pretty, even.
    The cowboy turned around and winked at him before strolling off to the apples.
    Mahon’s heartbeat kicked up. So the guy wanted to play? Mahon was down with that. He liked hunting, liked bringing down his prey, and that’s what he was going to do, right there in the store.
    Well, maybe not in the store, not fully. The fucking was going to take place somewhere private so Mahon could revel in ever moan and shout. In his mind, he dubbed the cowboy Chet—because that sounded like a good cowboy name to him. If he got what he wanted out of this, there’d be little to no speaking anyway. Already, this was shaping up to be the hottest encounter ever, with Chet leading him around