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was trying to make, but he wouldn’t let himself get sucked into a conversation about feelings. Hell, he’d only just discovered he had them. He decided to change the subject. “Where’d you take that picture?” He pointed to the large black and white photo over the sofa.
    “Olympic National Forest in Washington.” Blue stared up at the photograph. “I went a few years ago. I was having a bad time, so I decided to get in my car and drive until I was surrounded by green.” He glanced at Solo. “Yeah, I found it before I reached the park, but the green pulled me in.” A wistful expression graced his handsome face. “I thought about coming home, selling everything and moving up there.”
    “So why didn’t you?” Solo asked. He’d never been further north than Utah, which had some pretty country, but not enough to pull up stakes and move.
    Blue sat up and swung his legs over the side of the couch. “For the first sixteen years of my life, no one gave a fuck whether I lived or died. Then I met Mr. Lee.” He shrugged. “You don’t just give something like that away.”
    Solo stared at Blue’s muscular back. He wanted to tell the man that he cared whether he lived or died, but he couldn’t force the words out of his mouth. Instead, he went with the easiest answer. “Yeah, that’s the way I feel about the club. They may not be blood, but they’re the only family I’ve got.”
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    Eric entered the house and tossed his keys on the bar that separated the living room from the kitchen. He was in a sour mood after talking to his captain, and he hated to admit to Solo how fucked up the situation was. He stopped short when he noticed the sexy man smiling at him from the stove. “Hey.”
    “I made dinner. Hope you don’t mind.”
    Eric paused in the kitchen doorway, his mood lightening enough to grin. He should go take a shower and try to get his head on straight, but not without a moment with Solo. “Yeah? What’d you make?”
    Solo actually winced. “Well, I’m not much of a cook, so I made what I call Biker Chili. Pork and Beans, hamburger and barbeque sauce.” He shrugged. “Not sure you’ll like it, but you had the ingredients in the fridge.”
    Although it didn’t sound appetizing, Eric would never tell Solo that. Knowing Solo had been comfortable enough in his house to cook, meant more than the actual meal prepared. “I’ve never had it, but I’ll give it a shot.” He gestured behind him. “Do I have time for a shower?”
    “Sure. It’ll keep.” Solo started toward Eric. “Everything okay?”
    “Not really, but I need some time to think,” Eric replied. When Solo was close enough to touch, Eric gave into the need and pressed his palms against Solo’s chest. He brushed his fingertips over the dark brown curls, but couldn’t meet Solo’s gaze. “I know in my gut Andy’s dirty, and I think my captain agrees with me, but he told me to drop it, to focus on the dealer who sold Andy the weed in the first place.”
    Solo wrapped his bandaged arms around Eric’s waist. “The kid’s dad’s all chummy with the police chief, so why does that surprise you? Haven’t you figured out yet that money and position buy privilege?”
    Eric pressed against Solo, needing to hold the bigger man, but afraid of hurting him. He’d only been a detective for six months, and it was the first time he’d been ordered to look the other way. As a patrol officer, he knew the guys in the expensive cars often bought their way out of trouble, but by then he’d already done his part. The situation with Andy Sparks wasn’t the same at all. How could he explain to Solo that in a fifteen minute conversation with his captain, he’d lost some of the faith he’d had in his career. With a sigh, he pulled away from Solo. “I’ll be back.”
    Solo let Eric go, but it was obvious he had to fight himself to do it. “It’ll be okay. We’ll focus on whoever dusted the weed with bad shit, and go from