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culprit likely was.
    He quickly removed the bottle from between Emma’s lax lips and settled her in her car seat. She was completely out cold by the time he had her out the door and not even the sound of a sledgehammer striking wood over and over jarred her from her sleep. Dane trotted down the stairs and came to stop when his suspicions were confirmed. Jaxon Reid was in the process of tearing down the rest of his barn. And if that wasn’t enough, he was doing it shirtless.
    Dane’s mouth went dry at the same time that his cock stood to attention. Jax was turned away from him so Dane got a nice, long look at the numerous arcs and waves tattooed in some mysterious pattern over Jax’s upper left arm, across his shoulder blade and halfway down his back. Sweat glistened over a ripped body that would put most men – himself included – to shame and tight jeans clung lovingly to a perfect ass. Dane could actually picture the muscles in each globe clenching as Jax thrust into him over and over. He chose to ignore the sight of the gun protruding from the waistband of the man’s pants.
    “Hey!” Dane yelled as loudly as he dared as he hurried across the driveway to the growing pile of rubble. Jax heard him and turned, the sledgehammer dangling in his hand and Dane had to force himself to keep moving at the sight of the wide chest and six pack abs that greeted him.
    “Morning,” Jax drawled as he reached for the shirt he had slung over a fallen beam. But instead of putting it on like Dane needed him to do, Jax used it to wipe his brow. “Didn’t wake you, did I?” he asked,
    “What the hell are you doing here?” Dane nearly shouted, then remembered Emma and lowered his voice. He sucked in a breath when Jax suddenly drew close to him, mere inches separating their bodies. But he just glanced at Emma, then stepped back and Dane wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed.
    “Figured it might be better to try to get some of this down before it got too hot,” Jax said as he motioned to the pile of wood.
    “No! Here! What are you still doing at my house?”
    Jax shrugged. “I needed a place to stay. You had a comfy looking couch. It’s not, by the way.”
    Dane knew he must’ve looked completely lost because Jax said, “The couch. It’s not comfortable.”
    “Jax-” Dane began, but then snapped his mouth shut when Jax suddenly shifted and their bodies were once again nearly touching.
    “I like the way you say it,” Jax murmured as he tilted his head and focused in on Dane’s mouth.
    “Say what?” Dane asked as a shiver snaked down his spine.
    “My name,” Jax responded and he leaned down and took in a deep breath. God, was the man smelling him? And why the fuck did that turn him on?
    “Anyone ever tell you your voice is like fine whiskey? Smooth and deep with just the right amount of heat?” Jax said softly.
    Lust spiraled through Dane and he knew all he had to do was turn his head just a few inches and he’d be able to taste those firm lips. A voice in the back of his mind was trying to remind him there was something he was supposed to be saying to this man, but for the life of him he couldn’t think what it was. Hot, blunt fingers brushed his waist and drew him in and Dane didn’t bother fighting it. It had been too long since someone had touched him – even the months before losing Isaac had been cold and lonely.
    The brief thought of Isaac was enough to bring everything back in a rush for Dane and he yanked himself free of Jax’s gentle hold. He took several steps away from the intoxicating man and was relieved to feel his common sense coming back and replacing the need that had been unfurling within him. The man in front of him was just like Isaac and he’d make Dane suffer the way Isaac had, even if it wasn’t his intention.
    Jax watched him intensely for a moment, then sighed and reached for his shirt and tugged it on.
    “You shouldn’t be here,” Dane heard himself stammer. So much for