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stretching his carved abs, arms reaching up for the pillow beneath his head, Darla involuntarily turning to watch. Joe was dark and tanned, compact and marbled, while Trevor was tall and blond, with more bulk on him. Darla said she loved having her yin and yang, her men as different as could be, giving her everything she needed.
    And Trevor had to agree that the three of them worked well together, like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly, but there was a fourth person in the room right now. Joe’s negativity was an unwanted, interfering stalker, like an ex who can’t let go.
    The blasé attitude Joe exuded was completely manufactured, Trevor knew. He was faking it.
    Joe faked lots of things.
    Trevor knew how to make him be real, though. And that was the most dangerous thing he could do right now—make Joe emotionally vulnerable. Being in an intimate relationship with someone meant you knew every single one of their soft spots, and there was a tacit agreement that you just do not—ever—poke those spots with anything sharp. 
    Joe had broken that agreement, except the sharp thing he poked with was his tongue. And not in the good kind of way.
    “Hey, guys, don’t do this,” Darla pleaded. Her voice held a gentle tone that made two layers of anger melt off Trevor’s body. Unfortunately, Joe had made seventeen more appear. 
    “Don’t do what? I’m not doing anything,” Joe replied. “Trevor’s the one doing it. I’m sitting here enjoying my first weekend with you guys in three weeks and he’s being an asshole.”
    “ I’m the asshole?” Trevor shouted, arms flying forward, hands clenched, an instinctive response. Joe just stretched again, the gesture a little too practiced. Trevor knew Joe was just as on alert, as primed for a ripping fight, and that knowledge made him unleash. 
    “Yep,” Joe said.
    Darla put one hot, dry palm on Trevor’s chest, her sweet pressure making him tingle all over, but it wasn’t enough. “Let’s go out for coffee and talk,” she declared, as if it were a done deal, as if she could paper over the fact that—
    “You want out?” Trevor challenged. “You want to break this up?”
    The room turned to ice. Darla’s jaw dropped and her mouth made a little O of shock that made Trevor’s balls crawl up into his groin.
    Shit. He’d said it.
    He’d finally fucking said it.
    And man, did he wish he could take it back.
    Because Joe suddenly wasn’t so casual anymore. All the color had drained from Joe’s face, and it gave him a sickly, nothing-to-lose look, his face all hard angles and his lips tight with steely fury. 
    Whatever came out of his mouth next would change life as they knew it.
    Leave it to Darla to interrupt, of course. “Don’t you dare say one word, Joe!” she said in a harsh voice, her tone high and thin, panicked and desperate. “You two are insufferable, and I won’t let you keep doing this. You’re going with me to lunch tomorrow and talking to Mike and Dylan about—”
    “ What? ” he and Joe shouted in unison, the first time they’d had the same reaction to anything since, well…since they’d met Darla. 
    She wasn’t backing down, though. Her breasts bobbed hypnotically as she gestured wildly, and all Trevor could think about, suddenly, was how those nipples tightened with the lightest whisper of touches, how the heft of those globes filled his hands—overfilled them—as if they were made for holding. Like an ornament, but one that was warm and willing. An image of a baby snuggled up tight against her chest flashed through his mind, and he shook his head like a dog that got wet, banishing the unexpected intrusion.
    What the fuck? Where did that thought come from?
    “You two are like old Boyd and Jersey back home,” she spat out with disgust. Trevor was only half paying attention, his brain buzzing from what he’d just been thinking.
    “Oh, great,” Joe drawled in a fake Southern accent that sounded more like a drunk German pretending to