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in his throat. “I don’t see how that could hurt anything.”
    “Excellent.” Ase’s eyes danced merrily. Jase wondered if when Ase sobered, he’d think better of his offer. Jase definitely hoped not. But then again, that could be his own horniness and the stout beer talking.
    They both lay down cash for their tab after briefly bickering over who would pay. They walked outside into the cool night. “Well I’m just around the corner. Do you need help getting back to your hotel?”
    “No,” Jase said, pulling out his phone. “I’ve got the number for a cab company the hotel gave me.” Ase nodded, hands in his pockets, looking adorably mussed from their long day. It was strange to think of such an exotic creature who was at least four inches taller than Jase as adorable, but that was the perfect word for the man right then. He looked uncertain and bashful. The man who’d chased Jase down was gone, his reserve of cool clearly having been depleted for the day.
    So Jase decided he’d go for it. This might be the last time they saw each other. He grabbed Ase by the collar of his polo shirt and pulled him down, kissing him slowly at first, then accepting Ase’s tongue with a happy sigh and a moan from Ase. They carded fingers through each other’s hair and kissed one another thoroughly. Ase tasted of cloves and hops, and right then Jase couldn’t think of anything better.
    When they separated, Jase felt as stupefied by that earth-shattering kiss as Ase looked.
    “I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow,” Ase said, still a bit dazed.
    Jase stroked Ase’s cheek with a finger. “Can’t wait.”
    Ase turned to head for home, Jase watching him as he went. He shamelessly took in the sinful ass on the man. Before Ase disappeared around the corner up the block, he turned back to Jase, that bad boy swagger back in place, and winked. Jase waved, lamely. He didn’t know what it was about Ase or what the hell had come over him. He was never aggressive, usually the strong silent type like his grandfather. Ase was on some different plane. He pulled out a need in Jase that he feared he’d miss far too much after he’d had a real taste.
    But there was no way next week’s jonesing for the drug was going to stop him from having that taste of it today. If there was anything a soldier learned when deployed on active duty, it was to take each thing as it came, one day at a time, and live while you could. Too many wouldn’t go home, and Jase, if he did get home, wasn’t going home with unlived days in his veins.
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
     
    JASE’S leg bounced up and down, his patience with the streetcar he was on growing thinner by the minute. He’d stopped at the hotel bar for a little liquid courage before heading out to meet Ase, but the pleasant buzz had worn off about two stops back. Now he just wanted to see Ase again. He’d thought of nothing but the beautiful man since they’d gone their separate ways the night before.
    He’d told his mother about the trip to visit the castle, and she’d not been all that enthused. She was still pissed he hadn’t come home on his leave. “Your daddy coulda used your help, son. Your brother’s sick, and it’s calving season.”
    She wasn’t usually one for guilt trips, but since his big fuck-up last year with Christa, she’d been tense with him, his shiny good-son veneer having worn off. She didn’t understand why he couldn’t come home this one time. But he’d gone home on every single leave. Every one. While his friends went skiing and to Paris and Milan, he’d travelled in some of the shittiest conditions on bad flights to be home for a week; coddling his ex and helping on the ranch.
    He’d be out for good in six months. Another thing his parents didn’t approve of. They thought he should stay in and make a career of it. He’d mostly wanted to see the world and pay for college, like half the other naive newbs out there. After his first tour of the Sand Box he’d been