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was about as dressy as he got. He figured the suit he bought for last night’s showing would be too much. Besides he’d bought that for something happy. To wear it now seemed like a travesty, and he didn’t want to do anything else to piss Lady Karma off today.
    He dropped the towel and stuck one foot in the leg of the jeans when he heard movement behind him. He swung around, got tangled in the jeans, and crashed to the floor naked. He looked up into the eyes of the guy who’d been haunting his dreams for almost two months.
    ***
    That tight ass, with high, muscular cheeks, was the first thing Mac saw when he entered the room in search of the artist. Then the whole, very fine, body turned and shifted. Mac’s nerves caught fire as he recognized that curly mop of hair. The look of complete surprise on the man’s face would have been humorous if it hadn’t precluded his hard tumble to the floor. This was the guy from the book sale. Tommy.
    And he was naked.
    So naked.
    Mac knew he shouldn’t, but he looked. This man had a body that looked so much better than Mac had ever suspected...long lean muscles that were slightly defined, a nice dusting of chest hair, and nipples the color of his favorite candy caramels. Mac just thought insomnia had plagued him before. From now on, every time he closed his eyes, this vision would fill his mental picture. And wow, what a vision it was.
    Despite being tall, Tommy’s long legs and limbs complemented his broad shoulders and hard chest that narrowed to his tapered waist. And there it was... holy cow, his cock was impressive, even in its completely relaxed state.
    Mac tilted his head. Well, maybe not quite so relaxed as Tommy’s dick began to harden under Mac’s gaze.
    “Hey, perv,” the man yelled as he tried to cover himself with his hands. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get the hell out of my loft. This is private property.”
    Despite his hands shielding the member, Tommy’s cock hardened more. The sight gave Mac ideas...ideas he hadn’t had in years. When was the last time he’d had the urge to bottom?
    But as he glanced up at the red-face of the beautiful man, Mac realized the guy was right. Damn, he was being a pervert. Mac turned his back to allow Tommy to untangle his long, muscular legs from his jeans in private.
    “Sorry,” Mac said. “I wasn’t expecting you to be naked, and then I got overwhelmed by the sight of all that luscious skin of yours. You’re right, that was pervy of me and I apologize for it, but I’m assuming you’re Thomas Garrett.”
    Clothing rustled behind him.
    “Yeah, and who are you so I can give the right information when I call the police?”
    Mac winced. Yeah, this wasn’t the way he wanted to start off this relationship...again. What was it about this guy that made him lose all his basic social graces? “I apologize. I’d hoped to be a patron of your art. And in my defense, the door below was unlocked.”
    “An oversight on my part,” Tommy grumbled.
    “Listen, this is difficult to do when I can’t see you. Can I turn around yet?”
    “Yeah, I’m decent, but I’m leaving, so whatever your business is, it will have to wait.”
    Mac turned, and unfortunately, this time Tommy was fully clothed, not that those clothes detracted from his beauty at all. What detracted were the shadows of exhaustion on the planes of the man’s beautiful face and the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t noticed that in his initial perusal.
    The artist shoved a phone and wallet into his pocket, shrugged on his jacket, and completely ignored Mac. Mac had to talk to him, and it would take longer than a rushed two minutes.
    “I really want to talk to you,” Mac said. “I can make it worth your while.”
    Tommy ran a hand over his face, and his palpable exhaustion pulled at Mac.
    For some reason, he wanted to fix whatever hurt this man, make it better. He didn’t even know the artist, and selflessness was not part of Mac’s normal