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men,
he'd done the looking enough times to know that's what was going
through Trey's head, the big one and the little one, in what Trey
thought was the safety of a dark car.
    What the guy needed was some sexual
healing—
    Ah fuck no. But it was too late. He was
already hearing the Marvin Gaye classic in his head and seeing
Briar's grin after turning away from the juke box in the diner.
    Note to self: Remember not to go into the
diner after a casual roll with someone just in the area for camping
or climbing.
    Only he didn't want casual anymore. And he'd
never been good at reading the notes he left to himself.
    He risked a glance at Trey.
    Trey's face snapped toward the windshield.
And fuck if that didn't open up a well of tender feelings. The guy
had been through a lot in a short amount of time.
    They took the final curve on the private
road leading to his place and the Jeep's headlights speared the
cabin and the stand-alone garage set apart and to the right of it.
"Here we are. Home Sweet Home."
    He shook his head at the last bit. Hadn't
exactly meant to say that.
    He parked in front and got out, pretty sure
his cock had won the argument, not that the big head was completely
ready to acknowledge defeat.
    Trey grabbed the duffle and followed him
onto the porch and into the cabin. Tenino's gaze zeroed in on the
fireplace mantle and the Thunderbird image Ukiah had carved into
it. There was no half-filled cup waiting as there had been for
Tekoa when he took Clay and Jessica to his home.
    He swallowed his disappointment. He'd known
better than to hope there would be one—especially since Trey had a
thing for women.
    Maybe Patricia Veron had cured him of
that.
    Tenino snorted. Right.
    "Drop the duffle anywhere you want."
    He shucked his jacket and hung it on a peg
next to the door. Trey did the same and damn if that didn't feel
intimate.
    For the most part his place was one room
with the kitchen separated by a counter and the bedroom space
delineated by a dark brown carpet. The couch was oversized, plush,
the TV an energy-consuming extravagance that'd made several elders
mutter about the foolishness of youth, especially when they saw the
collection of video games making up his library .
    "I'll get a fire going," he said, surprised
the one in his dick didn't already have the cabin going up in
flames. "What you see is pretty much what there is." He pointed
toward an open doorway. "Bathroom's there."
    He crossed the wooden floor and knelt on the
thick, woven rug in front of the fireplace. Even with his back to
Trey, he was acutely aware of Trey opening the duffle, probably
pulling out another pair of jeans since his own were still wet from
mid-thigh downward. He hadn't expected the deluge to arrive so
quickly. Usually there was a knowing that came with being
Thunderbird.
    His gaze lifted to the mantle.
    No cup.
    Doesn't mean Trey's not—
    There's still the woman thing.
    Right.
    Tenino fisted his hand and tapped it against
his heart. Resisting Trey was going to be a problem.
    Trey disappeared into the bathroom carrying
light gray sweats. For the next week or so, this was his job,
keeping Trey safe. But short of having a tracking device on Trey,
there was little chance of Patricia Veron finding him—which meant
there was little danger of anything except dying of blue balls.
    Tenino got the fire going. Trey emerged from
the bathroom barefoot and wearing sweatpants that didn't hide the
erection. He dug a book from the duffle then claimed a spot at the
couch end closest to the fire.
    It was so fucking homey that it took
everything Tenino had not to put a knee on the cushion and his
hands on the couch back so he could swoop in for a kiss.
    Trey's head was down, his attention
seemingly on the book he was using to shield his hard-on, but
Tenino was willing to bet his badge that if he asked, Trey wouldn't
be able to tell him what he was reading.
    Why couldn't Trey be butt-ugly? Or a flamer?
Either would make things easy.
    Instead Trey was