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could come up with. It was the only way to clear
his head—and his heart—of the last half-year’s misery.
    He’d been this close to freeing himself. Then whammy…
    Heaven walked into the bar not five days ago.
    He shouldn’t have taken the job in the first place. It’d
only been a three-month fill-in stint anyway, meant to tide him over until his brother
Simon lined up all his ducks and was ready to go with the construction gig. It
was what he needed at the time, though, he supposed. A break from his old life,
a clean slate to do what he wanted.
    And damn if right now he didn’t want to do these two.
    When it came to something like this, his willpower was for
shit. Always had been. This wasn’t his first threesome rodeo, and he found it
nearly impossible to stop that itch from running up his spine—the one that told
him this was a bad, bad idea.
    But then he looked at her, and at Garrett too, and shoved
all his niggling doubt right out the proverbial window. How could something
that felt so right last night be so wrong?
    It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.
    “So it’s settled then. I’ll call my guy and see if we can
borrow his boat either tomorrow or Monday,” he said. The resulting groan Riley
blew out made him smile. “Until then, are you two up for some food and maybe a
little fun? I drove past a beer festival on my way in. Suds and Seafood.”
    “Oooh,” Riley said. “I could go for some grouper.”
    “Sounds good to me,” Garrett added. “Let’s unpack first so
we don’t have to deal with any of that later.”
    “Perfect.” Evan followed them back into the house and down
the two flights of stairs to the lower level. He’d dropped his oversized
backpack just inside the doorway off the kitchen when he arrived. It was all he
had with him, all that he cared enough about to bring.
    With a booted foot, he pushed his bag to the side and met
them outside by their rental car to help them unload. Riley stood at the edge
of the garage, her gaze narrowed across the driveway to where he’d parked his
Ducati Monster 1100. “That’s yours?”
    “Sweet ride,” Garrett said, coming up beside the bike.
“Mind?”
    “Not at all.”
    Garrett swung his leg over the top of Evan’s matte
black-and-silver baby with the practiced skill of a man who’d ridden before.
Straddling the seat and gripping the handlebars, he rocked forward until the
bike tipped off the kickstand. The look on his face was one of pure respect and
admiration. Respect for the power he held between his thighs, and admiration
because the bike was one fine piece of machinery.
    “It’s been years since I’ve been on one of these. Although
any of the bikes I ever rode or owned before weren’t quite as nice as this.”
    “You ride?”
    “Rode,” Garrett corrected. “Past tense. Laid one of these
babies down about fifteen years ago. I was young and stupid and thought the
term crotch rocket had something more to do with my dick than the
equipment I was riding.”
    “Damn.”
    Garrett huffed out a chuckle. “Yeah, well. It’s what I get
for trying to show off. Luckily my helmet and a nice set of leathers saved my
hide—and my life. Haven’t really had the itch to climb back on one since.”
    “Is it horrible to say I’m glad I didn’t know you back
then?” Riley asked, tucking her arm under Evan’s and resting her head against
his biceps. “I would’ve been out of my mind with worry.”
    Evan slid his hands into his front pockets and shrugged.
“It’s all about respect. Respect for the bike, for others on the road.”
    “Oh, don’t get me wrong,” she said. “There’s something about
a man straddling his motorcycle that’s downright hot. Exciting, really. But
that kind of excitement often brings a healthy dose of fear along with it.”
    Excitement and fear. Yeah, that pretty much covered the
exact way Evan was feeling right now. And not a damn bit of it had to do with
his motorcycle.
    “Doing what I do, I’ve just