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the moves I’m capable of, shifter. Landry deflected his gaze away from his partner and tipped his cup up for a long gulp of the dark brew. Well, wasn’t that statement better off trapped inside his brain? The redhead didn’t see Landry like that. Never would. Any illusion he had about something more was just that—a fantasy.
“So…?” A loud crunch followed as Kaleb took a bite from the apple he’d confiscated from the dish.
“So?” Landry rounded the other side of the counter and plopped the banana back in its place. He’d lost his appetite.
“So what was in the mailer?”
Landry jerked, knocking the bowl and wobbling the glass dish on its base. Shit. “It was nothing,” he muttered. “Some stupid marketing thing.” Landry shrugged. “You ready to head out?” He reached for his keys beside the fruit.
“Marketing thing…” Kaleb didn’t move, his face stoic. “Someone sent you an overnight package hoping you’d buy into their product?”
“Stupid, huh?” Landry made for the door, but as he marched past, Kaleb snagged his arm.
“You’re the worst damn liar I’ve ever met.”
Dammit. “You gotta death wish this morning or something?” Landry yanked free. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Why wouldn’t Kaleb just leave the shit alone?
Kaleb lifted his hands, palms up, and stepped back. “You tell me.”
“I don’t have time for games. If you’ve got something on your mind, spit it out, or let’s get to work.” Maybe by the time Kaleb spilled his guts, Landry would have figured out what the hell he was going to say.
“Fine.” Kaleb’s mouth thinned, and his gaze narrowed on Landry as if he could see right through to the ugly buried deep, the effect unnerving.
Not that the other male would ever know how much he got to Landry.
“You’re hiding something from me. I called you on it the other night when we were having a few drinks, but you deflected.”
“You were drunk, Dalton.” He crossed his arms. “I’m surprised you even remember what we talked about since I’m the one who had to take you home and put you to bed.” Landry cleared his throat, suddenly finding the freckle on his forearm fascinating. The last thing he wanted were those mental images of Kaleb on his bed that long muscled body of his stretched out with nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs between him and what he knew had to be a thick gorgeous cock. His own shaft stirred at the memory. For Christ’s sake, Landry couldn’t do this now.
Kaleb performed a reshuffle of his boots on the floor, then settled back into a wide stance as if the conversation had taken a sudden hard left, and he was the one now uncomfortable on the trip. Exactly what Landry had intended.
“And I don’t know what the hell you’re on now?” Landry threw in for good measure.
“Fuck you,” Kaleb spat. “I’m not going to let you try and turn this around on me.”
“That’s not what I’m doing.”
“The hell it isn’t.” Kaleb braced his hands at his hips, one palm on the hilt of his .40 caliber. “We’re not just partners, we’re best friends, and if something’s going on—if you’re in trouble—I’ve got your back. You know that, right?”
Hell…the guy knew just how to crawl under his skin, adding another two hundred pounds of guilt to the shitload he already carried. “Yeah.” Landry sighed and nodded. “I know you do. You always have. But everything is cool, okay? Nothing for you to worry about.”
Kaleb gave him a look that could only be defined as dissecting, then dropped his hands from his belt. “If that’s the way you want to handle this…?”
“There’s no ‘this’,” Landry growled. “Let it go, Kaleb.”
“Yeah. Whatever.” Kaleb waved him off and headed for the door. “I’m done. Leaving you alone.”
“Good,” Landry called out to his back. “That’s all I’m asking.”
***
Well, we don’t always get what we ask for, do we, Landry? Kaleb
“So…?” A loud crunch followed as Kaleb took a bite from the apple he’d confiscated from the dish.
“So?” Landry rounded the other side of the counter and plopped the banana back in its place. He’d lost his appetite.
“So what was in the mailer?”
Landry jerked, knocking the bowl and wobbling the glass dish on its base. Shit. “It was nothing,” he muttered. “Some stupid marketing thing.” Landry shrugged. “You ready to head out?” He reached for his keys beside the fruit.
“Marketing thing…” Kaleb didn’t move, his face stoic. “Someone sent you an overnight package hoping you’d buy into their product?”
“Stupid, huh?” Landry made for the door, but as he marched past, Kaleb snagged his arm.
“You’re the worst damn liar I’ve ever met.”
Dammit. “You gotta death wish this morning or something?” Landry yanked free. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Why wouldn’t Kaleb just leave the shit alone?
Kaleb lifted his hands, palms up, and stepped back. “You tell me.”
“I don’t have time for games. If you’ve got something on your mind, spit it out, or let’s get to work.” Maybe by the time Kaleb spilled his guts, Landry would have figured out what the hell he was going to say.
“Fine.” Kaleb’s mouth thinned, and his gaze narrowed on Landry as if he could see right through to the ugly buried deep, the effect unnerving.
Not that the other male would ever know how much he got to Landry.
“You’re hiding something from me. I called you on it the other night when we were having a few drinks, but you deflected.”
“You were drunk, Dalton.” He crossed his arms. “I’m surprised you even remember what we talked about since I’m the one who had to take you home and put you to bed.” Landry cleared his throat, suddenly finding the freckle on his forearm fascinating. The last thing he wanted were those mental images of Kaleb on his bed that long muscled body of his stretched out with nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs between him and what he knew had to be a thick gorgeous cock. His own shaft stirred at the memory. For Christ’s sake, Landry couldn’t do this now.
Kaleb performed a reshuffle of his boots on the floor, then settled back into a wide stance as if the conversation had taken a sudden hard left, and he was the one now uncomfortable on the trip. Exactly what Landry had intended.
“And I don’t know what the hell you’re on now?” Landry threw in for good measure.
“Fuck you,” Kaleb spat. “I’m not going to let you try and turn this around on me.”
“That’s not what I’m doing.”
“The hell it isn’t.” Kaleb braced his hands at his hips, one palm on the hilt of his .40 caliber. “We’re not just partners, we’re best friends, and if something’s going on—if you’re in trouble—I’ve got your back. You know that, right?”
Hell…the guy knew just how to crawl under his skin, adding another two hundred pounds of guilt to the shitload he already carried. “Yeah.” Landry sighed and nodded. “I know you do. You always have. But everything is cool, okay? Nothing for you to worry about.”
Kaleb gave him a look that could only be defined as dissecting, then dropped his hands from his belt. “If that’s the way you want to handle this…?”
“There’s no ‘this’,” Landry growled. “Let it go, Kaleb.”
“Yeah. Whatever.” Kaleb waved him off and headed for the door. “I’m done. Leaving you alone.”
“Good,” Landry called out to his back. “That’s all I’m asking.”
***
Well, we don’t always get what we ask for, do we, Landry? Kaleb
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