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breath to catch in his throat. He wasn't sure they would ever think he was good enough, especially after hearing he was an ex-con.
    Laird must have seen the worry in his eyes because the real estate agent squeezed Race's cock. "Turn around would you?"
    "I know you're freaky, baby, but your brothers and Jamal are here. Don't start nothin' you can't finish in the next minute." But even as he said that, Race turned to rest his legs astride Laird on the arms of his office chair.
    Laird laughed. "Just shut up and gimme your lips."
    With a moan, Race leaned in and kissed Laird. He
    pressed his eyes closed, inhaled deeply, and allowed himself to fall into the kiss. The taste of it left him breathless and disappointed when Laird pulled back.
    "You're right," Laird whispered. "We should stop until later."
    " Now you agree with me?"
    "I know, I'm sorry. I thought I could just settle for just a little bit."
    "You do know I'm going to find some way to pay you back, right?"
    Laird laughed softly causing Race to lean in for
    Laird's mouth again. Footsteps in the hall and at the doorway pulled them apart, and Race glanced over his shoulder. Savaro stood there dressed in a pair of jeans and a white dress shirt.
    "Erm… I'll let you guys talk." Race began easing from the desk.
    "You don't have to leave, Race," Laird explained, holding Race in place.
    Race smiled and kissed Laird on the nose. "It's all right. I need to call Winston so he doesn't have a fit, and then I should probably take a shower. You guys want me to order something for dinner?"
    "Nope," Savaro chimed in. "Jamal is going to cook.
    Trust me, it's a treat."
    "Oh… okay. I'll just go take a shower then," Race said, climbing off the desk. He walked past Savaro at the door and turned up the stairs.

    * * * *
"Did we say something wrong?" Savaro asked.
    "No. I think it has something to do with what happened with his jail sentence and all that." Laird took a breath and walked around his desk to hug Savaro. "I completely forgot we were having dinner tonight. I would have asked him over another night."
    "No—this gives us a chance to meet this man."
    Savaro fell into the sofa across the room and leveled his eyes on his brother. "Did you two talk? You seemed pretty cozy when I walked in."
    "Yeah, we talked. It wasn't his fault, you know. But he blames himself because he'd covered for his brother that night. He didn't say it but I think he thought if he'd told his mother Shane was lying then his brother wouldn't be dead.
    The strange thing is I understand him. If something had happened to any of you guys I would have lost it."
    "Well, he doesn't need to be so jittery around us,"
    Savaro explained. "There are questions but it is not our place to ask them. If you've asked all the questions and you're satisfied with the answers and you want this man, Laird, who are we to get in the way of that?"
    "Well, this is good. You guys coming here tonight is good. This way he can sit down and we can all talk and he can see you guys won't judge."
    Savaro opened his mouth to speak but snapped it
    shut when footsteps came down the stairs. Both brothers looked to see if Race was coming down the steps. Instead Rajan and Jamal came through the door. Laird gave them each a hug.
    "All right, Jamal, make me something tasty!" Laird joked.
    Jamal eyed him with a smirk. "Sure thing,
    sweetheart."
    "Hey now," Savaro called. "If anyone is going to be bossing this sexy morsel around, it's gonna be me." He stressed his words by swatting Jamal on the bum.
    Rajan moaned. "You three need a room?"
    Jamal laughed. "You guys can hash that out. I'm going to make some dinner. Any beer?"
    "Yeah Race bought some earlier," Laird replied.
    They fell into silence once Jamal was out of the
    room. They could hear the shower going upstairs and Jamal moving around in the kitchen.
    "So I'm just going to say it," Rajan finally broke the silence. "Race is unsure of us. It's almost as if he doesn't know what to do."
    Laird nodded.