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wanted Garrett as soon as the couple had walked through the door. But he didn’t want to hurt Brianna. He respected her too much for that.
    “We can’t do this, Garrett. Brianna—”
    “Brianna knows,” his best friend replied. Leo frowned and tried to move away. She knew, and she was okay with this? What exactly had Garrett told his wife?
    Garrett palmed Leo’s cheek and turned him until they were face to face. Leo’s heart pounded, his breathing shallow. Garrett leaned forward and took his mouth, no hesitancy, no restraint. He would have let him keep going, pressing on, but Garrett broke the kiss, like they had all the time in the world. His arms trembled as he leaned away from Garrett. 
    “This isn’t right, Garrett,” he whispered. “Even if Brianna knows…”
    “It is right. Brianna wants this, too. I’m hoping you’ll realize that this week.” Garrett pressed his lips to Leo’s briefly before standing. What did that mean? Was he saying that he wanted it to be like old times, with the woman in the middle? It seemed that was the only way he and Garrett would ever be together now. Did he dare even ask the man what he was thinking?
    Leo stared at him. He wanted that man more than he’d ever wanted another human being, ever. He wanted him to speak so his voice could sink into his blood and his bones, to memorize every inch of his face, from his bright eyes down to the dimples on his cheeks.
    He stood up carefully, still shaking like crazy, and stumbled over to the kitchen bar. He picked up the glass of wine he’d left there and downed it in one sip. When he looked back at Garrett, the man’s eyes were focused on his mouth, following his tongue as he swiped it across his lips. His eyes were hot and filled with desire. Oh, this is not how he’d expected to spend the first night with his best friends this year.
    “Brianna knows about this?” Leo asked, his voice stronger than he’d thought it would be. He waited for his friend’s nod before asking, “What did she say?”
    “Why? Do you really want to know if my wife is okay with this,” Garrett approached him, and leaned into Leo’s ear, “or do you want to know if she’s interested in you?”
    Leo stared at him in surprise. Was Garrett really asking him if he had a crush on his wife? What had gotten into him? Garrett closed the remaining distance, which wasn’t much at all, and barricaded Leo in with his thick, corded arms.
    Leo knew half a dozen ways to break through, thanks to the MMA classes he’d taken to be a better fighter on the ice. But he didn’t use them, because really, he didn’t want the man to leave him. In his arms, surrounded by hot-blooded man, he felt safe, and strangely enough, loved, though he knew that was a crock of shit.
    Garrett leaned in, the kiss deep and full between them. His eyes closed, his dick hardening. The slip of his robe made him open his eyes. Garrett’s hands splayed against his chest, and slid down to his hips.
    “Garrett…” Leo pleaded with him. He didn’t have the willpower to deny his best friend, and when Garrett’s hand wrapped around his cock, he groaned into his mouth. He was almost lost when he heard the shower shut off.
    Brianna.
    “Stop, Garrett.”
    Fuck. He was messing with someone who was taken. But the way he was stroking him made his logical thought leak out his ears.
    “Why?”
    Why? Leo pushed his friend away from him, panting heavily, his lips bruised by the intensity of that last kiss. “You’re married, Garrett.”
    “Leo…”
    “No.” He put up a hand, shaking his head. “Don’t. Your wife is about to come out of that bathroom. I love you both. I won’t be a party to breaking up your marriage.”
    “But Leo, you don’t understand.”
    He didn’t want to hear anymore. He was both furious and devastated. He’d waited so long to feel those lips on his again, but the ship had already sailed. He was a public figure that couldn’t afford to be seen as gay. And… he