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couldn't stop himself from
checking Trey out and hoping that maybe he was wrong about the
whole bi thing. That maybe Tekoa was right, and Trey's arrival was
like Marisa's and Clay's and Jessica's showing up, especially given
the whole discussion about Thunderbirds at the diner. That maybe
when they reached the cabin, he'd find the cup holding the
Creator's blessing.
    Usually he found the wind's call and rain's
music irresistible. Usually he couldn't wait to get home so he
could stretch out in front of the fireplace and let his spirit
escape the confines of human flesh to become Thunderbird.
    It was the overpowering need to take flight
in the land The People protected that had brought him back to
Hohoq. He could sense Thunderbirds high above them, but with Trey
sitting next to him, all he could think about was stripping out of
their clothing and taking Trey on the rug in front of the fireplace
and soaring with passion instead of with the storm.
    And that was the little head talking, his
dick arguing for what it wanted.
    Next to him Trey was looking out into
nothing but fog trapped by night and rubbing at the place above his
heart. Couldn't be heartburn, the meals served at the diner were
too fine for that. And thinking about Tekoa with Jess and Clay was
more likely to have him gripping the erection.
    So worried about something? Besides a
murderous ex-girlfriend involved in child porn?
    Tenino frowned. "Your family safe?"
    Trey's hand stilled. "There was only my mom.
She raised me solo."
    Was . Usually he'd drop it, but…
    "Recent loss?"
    "Three months ago."
    "Sorry." Sorry for your loss . Thank
the Creator he didn't have to say that very often now that he was
back home. The words never felt adequate enough or real enough to
make a difference. He'd had to say them far too often when he'd
been a cop in Los Angeles and San Francisco.
    Trey's hand dropped to his lap. "She's at
peace now."
    So probably not an accident, though putting
Trey at around twenty-four, twenty-five, his mother wouldn't have
been that old. "Cancer?"
    "FTD. Frontotemporal dementia. Best way to
describe it is Alzheimer's on steroids, except it's fatal. It
shrinks the lobes in the brain that control personality and speech.
Hers was particularly aggressive. She'd have hated what it turned
her into, someone who was verbally abusive."
    "You lived with her?"
    "Moved back home as soon as the doctors
figured out it wasn't Alzheimer's or Parkinson's."
    A good son. A good teacher. A good man.
    Not that Tenino had doubted it. The Feds
wouldn't have been above putting pressure on Trey in the form of a
threat to his reputation to get him to cooperate, but there'd been
no whiff of that shit. The guy had put his life in danger to keep
and make kids safe.
    "Death can be a blessing," he said, and he
sure as hell didn't mean Trey's.
    "Yeah, it can be." Trey rubbed his palms
over his knees, two passes before turning away from the window and
looking in his direction.
    Tenino caught it out of the corner of his
eye, felt it like a hot caress that streaked to his dick and gave
it a louder voice. He fought like crazy not to turn his face toward
Trey. He'd gotten that message loud and clear, direct eye contact
would have the guy pulling back like a turtle into his shell and
pretending the heat between them didn't exist.
    Three months, so still grieving though it
probably felt as if he'd lost his mother well before the actual
event. Then on top of his mother's death, throw in finding out that
his girlfriend was involved in making and distributing child
porn…
    That'd be a blow to his confidence when it
came to choosing a lover. Tenino took a hand off the steering wheel
and rubbed his own chest, reinterpreting some of what he'd seen on
Trey's face in the diner, when he was watching Tekoa with Clay and
Jess.
    Loneliness, a craving for comfort, the
desire to be held, kissed—fucked. It wasn't ego telling him that's
what Trey's eyes now held. He'd been looked at enough by other