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the mood to do some really indecent things with a large, bearded, tattooed biker god but he couldn’t tell his mother about that.
    He knew that it wasn’t a good sign that he got a little anxious whenever he walked into the diner or perked up every time the door opened while he was there or that he was disappointed every time he left without seeing Saint. As far as impossible crushes went, Saint had heartbreak written all over him. Finn could imagine him having hidden depths and the soul of a poet but at the end of the day, he was probably a convicted felon and The Brotherhood was involved in some seriously evil shit that Finn had a real problem with. Just because Saint had kind eyes, an easy, flirtatious smile, a voice that made Finn’s toes curl and could be disarmingly charming didn’t mean that he wasn’t as bad as the rest of his violent, racist, sadist, homophobic brothers. In fact, it made him worse, Finn decided. Being that charismatic and immoral was a good indicator of a sociopathic personality.
    Finn shook his head firmly. Nope, nope, nope. You’re going to stay as far away from him as you can, he decided. With that, Finn rolled onto his side and shut his eyes. A long nap definitely suited his mood.

Chapter 4
     
    Saint was willing to accept that he was a coward. For the third time in a week, he was biting his fingernails as he discreetly stared at the diner through the convenience store’s window. Finn was in there and Saint was waiting for him to finish his dinner and leave. It was better than the time he ran out the back of the diner just before Finn walked in or the time Saint walked in and pretended he got an urgent call on his phone and rushed out when he spotted Finn eating.
    He was a coward and he might be in serious trouble. Saint spent years ignoring his sexual desires. That whole part of his personality had gone dormant. He got to the point where he didn’t even notice if a man was attractive and he got really good at pretending to notice women. But there was something about Finn that caught Saint’s eye in the diner and piqued his curiosity. He told himself that he was gathering information, that putting himself in Finn’s path, in a way that would get his guard down, was just part of Saint’s job. In reality, Saint wanted to be alone with Finn, even if it was for a few minutes so he’d know what his voice sounded like and if he was as intelligent as he looked.
    Finn did not disappoint. He was intelligent and his voice was a warm baritone that made Saint’s cock twitch. On top of that, he was kind and easy-going. There was a little bit of hurt and some hints of sarcasm but they didn’t get in the way of Finn’s innate desire to help and please people.
    Initially, Saint had been seduced by the books. His hands reached for them before he knew what he was doing. There were so many that he wanted to read, if he had the opportunity, he wouldn’t have thought twice about taking one. Which would have been a problem because he would have had a hell of a time reading it without getting caught. Of all the things Saint had gone without, books had been the hardest to give up and he missed them constantly.
    But when Finn let slip that he’d been dumped by a man, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Need and heat exploded within Saint and parts of his body that he forgot even existed screamed for attention and relief. Saint might have fallen over if he hadn’t been standing close enough to the mantle to casually lean and wait for the feeling to return to his legs. Then, he was in Finn’s kitchen, breathing him in and trying not to drool. Without meaning to, Saint found himself flirting and thinking about things he shouldn’t have. He used the time in the garage to pace and sternly remind himself that he had to keep it together. Under no circumstances could he fuck up and let Finn know that he wanted him.
    Jesus Christ, he wanted Finn. If it was bad before Saint went to the garage, it was pure