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and the volumes of music he’d written while sitting on the large deck overlooking the lake. It really did sound like a great retreat and Wheland wondered if he might ever have the chance to see it for himself.
    Why the fuck would you think that?
    Another hour passed and Wheland had completely forgotten about the crummy anniversary he was hoping to forget with the alcohol. Turned out, it wasn’t the booze that distracted him, it was the delicious packaging of Rooster and Wheland realized he truly was enjoying the man’s company.
    “I have lots of room at my place,” Wheland said, his words were starting to slur a bit.
    “I imagine you do,” Rooster said, finishing his mug of beer and setting it down on the table.
    “No, I mean I have several extra rooms,” Wheland said. “You can use one of them while you’re looking for another house.”
    Rooster sat back in the bench seat. “I really don’t mind staying at the hotel.”
    “And I’m sure you don’t mind getting crabs, either,” Wheland said. “Stay at my fucking house. I’m there all by myself. You can come and go as you please. Seriously. It’s no big deal.”
    “But it’s your house ,” Rooster said.
    “So what? Letting you use one of my guest rooms is the least I can do for hitting your car,” Wheland said. He waved Candy down and asked for their check. “Come on. Let’s leave before we get too hammered to drive. I’ll go with you to the Starlite and help you get your stuff, then you can follow me back to my place.”
    Rooster shook his head. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
    “Why the fuck not?” Wheland asked.
    “Because it’s your house,” Rooster repeated.
    “Am I missing something here, Roost?” Wheland asked. He took the bill from Candy and stood up from bench seat behind the table and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He saw Rooster stand and do the same with his wallet and Wheland waved him off.
    “I got this,” Wheland said.
    Rooster rolled his eyes at Wheland’s comment and pulled two twenty dollar bills from his wallet. Before he had a chance to toss the bills onto the table, Wheland grabbed the hand Rooster was using to hold the money. Wheland’s long fingers curled over the top of Rooster’s hand and tightened.
    Wheland felt Rooster flinch and their eyes met. The sudden zing of warmth racing through his arm caught him off guard and judging by the flare in Rooster’s pupils, he’d felt the same flash of heat, too. Wheland willed himself to let go of Rooster’s hand but the hold he had on the man felt powerful. It made him wonder what other types of restraints Rooster might enjoy and that had his cock coming to life.
    “Put your money away,” Wheland said. He delivered those four words using a rich, husky voice and Rooster shivered. At least that’s what Wheland thought he’d felt. Or maybe it was wishful thinking?
    Christ, if you react like this from my hand, what would you do if I put my mouth on you?

Chapter Two
    It didn’t take long for them to collect Rooster’s things from the hotel and bring everything over to Wheland’s estate. There really wasn’t much stuff, just a few boxes, two long duffel bags, and an acoustic guitar. Another fifteen minutes and they had it all hauled inside and sitting in Wheland’s foyer. Wheland moved further into the two story, marbled floor entryway, and flipped on a light switch. His heavy footsteps echoed in the large room and added to the awkwardness closing in around them. Wheland took a few more steps, then turned to see that Rooster remained by the front door beside his duffel bags and the boxes.
    “You okay?” Wheland asked.
    “Nice place,” Rooster said. His eyes danced around the large open space and the curving staircase leading up to the second floor. He shifted his weight from foot to foot and his hands were deep in the front pockets of his black jeans.
    “It is a nice place,” Wheland said. “But you won’t see any of it standing