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sleep, and he hadn’t gotten his usual haircut.
    When he entered the bar in question, it was packed, and he had to shuffle his way to the back bar. “What can I get you?”
    “Nothing for me, thanks. I’m looking for a man.”
    “There’re plenty here.”
    “No, one particular cowboy. His name is Tyler James, shaggy brown hair, green eyes—” Before he could finish, the bartender pointed to the shadowed corner of the room behind him.
    There were several men around a small table. Was that Tyler ? It looked like a fucking orgy. As he proceeded closer, he noticed they were touching. Strange men had their hands on Tyler , even attempting to unbutton his flannel shirt. He’d only been gone a week, and Tyler was already back to his playboy self, Marcus fully forgotten.
    Anger welled up inside him. Anger, jealousy, possessiveness, as well as heartache, betrayal, and insecurity. He was an emotional basket case.
    After calling out his misgivings to Tyler , ready to make haste and get back home where he belonged, the cowboy made eye contact. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he stumbled, fell, and stumbled again as he tried to get closer to Marcus. The chair he’d been sitting on crashed to the floor, and he pushed the other roughnecks out of his way. “Wait. It’s not what you think…”
    Marcus wanted to tell Tyler he looked pathetic, had degraded himself once again when he was perfectly ready to love him for the rest of his life, but he kept silent and left.
    He was exhausted from the long drive and no sleep. The early morning sun burned his eyes as he walked away from the bar, eager to put distance between him and Tyler and whoever the fuck he was associating with. Marcus felt small and cheap and wanted to escape. To where he didn’t know because even home wasn’t home.
    “Wait!” Tyler stumbled after him, his boots shuffling along the gravel.
    “Stay away from me. Go back to your friends.” He kept walking, not turning back.
    “Marcus…Stop! Listen to me for a minute, goddammit!”
    This time he stopped, internally cringing thanks to his Catholic upbringing. He didn’t turn to face him, just stood to listen. “What?”
    “I’m a bit drunk. I was passing out. Alone. I have no clue where those guys came from, but they’re not with me.”
    Marcus whirled on him, his temperature through the roof. He’d traveled all the way out here—for what? To feel worse than he had pining for something that wasn’t even real? “First of all, you’re not a bit drunk. You’re literally fall-down drunk, and it’s disgusting. Second of all, your personal life isn’t really my business, is it? I’m just some lame-ass city boy who gave you a few hours of sex.”
    Tyler barreled forward, pinning his arms to his sides as he backed him up against a wooden lean-to. His strength, even when piss drunk, astounded Marcus. It also brought his strong attraction for the cowboy to the surface, despite his irritation. “Darlin’, don’t test me. I’ve been out of my mind crazy wondering why you never showed up as promised.”
    “I’m here.”
    “You said you were coming three days ago. I’ve been walking around like a zombie.” He loosened his grip on his biceps. “Today was the first day I turned to the bottle. How much heartache did you expect me to take? I’m only a man.”
    “Do you expect me to believe you weren’t fucking around in there? I’m not so naïve, Tyler . I know who you are.”
    “If you know who I am, why’d you come back at all?” He dropped his arms and stepped back, holding his gaze. Marcus wanted his hands back on him, even if it hurt. The sudden distance felt like an ocean between them when he was so emotionally fragile.
    “Because!” What should he say? The absurd truth that he actually thought he was in love? He drove straight through the night just to see him again? But love shouldn’t be one-sided, unconditional or irrevocable. Tyler couldn’t lie his way out of this one. Marcus had been