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of an Ironwood. The bark was rough through his nightshirt, but he didn’t mind. Since it was a Saturday he’d had a bath that evening, and he slipped his hand under his collar to rub at his pleasantly tight skin.
    The memory of the frolic at the Kauffmans’ farm unfolded in his mind. Barn raisings were Isaac’s favorite kind of frolic, when the community came together to help with a task. He wasn’t keen on slaughtering hogs at the Rabers’ or harvesting corn at the Ottos’, but barn raisings were fun. At the Kauffmans’ that spring day he’d found himself up near the roof of the barn’s frame, hammering nails next to David Lantz.
    It was cool and cloudy, but sweat prickled down Isaac’s spine. He straddled a thick joist near David, each of them working silently on the frame, although Isaac gnawed his lip to keep from rambling nonsense. Why he was nervous he h ad no idea. It was probably the distance to the ground below.
    He glanced up beneath the brim of his straw hat. A few feet away on the other side of a post, David’s head was bowed as he hammered, his hat covering his thick dark hair and the brim obscuring his f ace as he bent to his work.
    Isaac’s gaze roamed. The black material of David’s pants stretched over his powerful thighs, and his forearms were muscular where he’d rolled up the sleeves of his gray shirt. Dark hair sprinkled his arms, and Isaac was gripped with the bizarre urge to sweep his hand over David’s bare skin. His breath stuttered.
    In an instant David’s head was up, his light blue eyes fixed on Isaac. He was clean shaven since he wasn’ t following church yet, and his lips were full , and —
    “I was just—” Isaac waved his arm, tearing his gaze away from David’s mouth. H is stomach dropped as he veered dangerously off bal ance, still holding the hammer and nails . He yelped, but t hen David had him, clutching Isaac’s shoulder with one hand and his knee with the other. Nerves jumping, Isaac tried to smile. The calluses on David’s fingers pre ssed against the base of his neck.
    Isaac managed to croak out a word. “Thanks.”
    David didn’t let go. “Keep the nails in your pocket and pull out one at a time. That way you can drop it if you need to and it’s not likely to hit anyone down below.”
    “Right. Good idea.” He n odded vigorously. David still held him and Isaac felt as though his shoulder and knee were ablaze even though it didn’t hurt at all . “How did you do that so fast?” He nodded to David’s hammer neatly hoo ked onto the waist of his pants, where it had been in his hand only moments ago.
    David’s lips lifted into a smile and a dimple appeared in his cheek. “Practic e. Sure you’re okay?” He rubbed Isaac’s knee.
    S ticky desire spread through Isaac, and he prayed he wouldn’t humiliate himself by tenting his pants. Lord, w hat was wro ng with him? He breathed deeply, tearing his ga ze away from those pale eyes as he shifted back on the joist and out of David’s grasp. “I’m fine!” He laughed like a braying donkey . After a few long breaths, he glanced back up.
    David still watched him, but now there was something new in his gaze—a strange and wonderful shine that made Isaac feel unbearably hot all over. He couldn’t look away, and the moment stretched out, silence between them , and the sounds of work and men all around fading into the damp spring air.
    Isaac licked his dry lips, and David jerked his head down again, his face hidden and his chest rising and falling rapidly. He plucked his hammer from his pants, and didn’t say another word as he went back to work.
    Isaac realized he was clenching the nails in his left hand so tightly they’d almost cut into his palm. His fingers trembled as he tucked all but one into his pocket.
    Isaac shifted uncomfortably against the tree, and his palm stole down to rub against his hardening cock just once through his nightshirt before he tore it away. This was why he tried to avoid David