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back." Jack was sporting a boner.
    Fuck.
    He could take the man back to the fucking bakery. He fucking could. He drank down half his beer. It was a bad fucking idea. He could take Jack into the break room, bend the man over, and fuck him blind. He shifted and adjusted himself. Shit. This wasn't helping his situation here any.
    Marco leaned against the bar. "Man, Chris is a stupid son of a bitch, huh?"
    "Huh?" Marco meant stupid bitch, right?
    "Well, I mean, look at him? Who'd walk away from him?"
    "I'm with you on that, man. It was the son part you got me on."
    "What?"
    "I mean is Chris a man or a woman?" There wasn't any point in pussyfooting around. He thought Jack was sexy. He wanted to know if the man would appreciate that or not.
    "Chris is a dude. A slimy, bitchy dude."
    Score. Okay, not that Jack had been screwed by a slimy bitchy dude, but that the man was into men. Dan was definitely going to have to offer the man that blowjob now.
    "And clearly an idiot."
    Marco nodded. "No shit on that."
    He finished his beer, wanting suddenly to get out of there, get Jack back to the bakery. Like now. There was something that would make them both feel a lot better. He was settling up with Marco by the time Jack was coming back.
    Jack grabbed his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"
    "A lift back to the bakery and the pleasure of your company for a little longer."
    "The pleasure? Right." Jack snorted, but grinned. "Come on, man. I'm happy to give you a ride."
    "Cool. Thanks." It would do for a start. Once they were there, Dan was sure he could convince Jack to join him for a nightcap or something. And then... Well, they'd see if fate could give Jack the break he so clearly needed.

Chapter 2
     
    Jack headed for the bakery to drop Dan off. Jesus, the man was something else. A real Pollyanna. A hot, stacked Pollyanna.
    Fuck.
    Dan pointed to the right when it came time to turn off. "There's a little alleyway there where you can park your car off the street. See?"
    "Yeah. Yeah, I got you." He slipped the car into the alleyway, put her in neutral.
    "Come on in. There's cake. And cookies. And while I've got a little TV, there really isn't all that much to do in there. Take pity on me, okay?"
    "I... Sure. Sure, my other option is unpacking." He winked to take the edge off the words. He wasn't sure he'd even bother doing that for a few weeks, see if Rache needed him to get a bigger place first.
    "Come on, then." Dan climbed out, giving him a nice view of the man's ass.
    He threw her in park, killed the ignition, locked up, and headed out, following.
    It was warm in the bakery and smelled good. "I've got a back room."
    "I'd hope so. Sleeping in the ovens would be awkward."
    Dan laughed, the sound deep, good. He him to a little room tucked in a corner.
    Jack checked his phone again to make sure Rache didn't need him.
    "Hey, man. Relax, okay?" Dan took the phone from his hand.
    "I'm trying. I just worry about her."
    "She's safe at my place with her fiancé. She's going to be just fine 'til tomorrow."
    He nodded, but his heart wasn't in it. He'd just given his daughter permission to sleep with a boy.
    "Come on. Cake and bourbon." The glasses came out, along with a bottle and Dan went into the kitchen. "What's your favorite?"
    "Favorite what?"
    "Cake, cookie, or pie."
    "Uh. I like crunchy stuff, I guess. Pecan pie."
    "Then you're in luck, because I make the best pecan pie in town." Dan came back in carrying a pie, as well as a plate of other goodies. "Assorted brittles. I make them all here."
    "You're a busy guy." He stole a bite of pecan brittle, moaning over the sweet. He noticed Dan was staring at him as he finished the brittle, the sugar melting away in his mouth. "It's good."
    "There's a reason they're lined up the block at seven A.M."
    "I bet you keep weird hours, huh?"
    "Shit yeah. Depending on the day I'm in here anywhere from three to five A.M. I close the shop at four on weekdays, though, and three on the weekends. I'm usually pretty much