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101 pages, ebook
First published June 20, 2017







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“There’s nothing in this world more powerful than the connection a person feels for another”
"There is nothing in this world more powerful than the connection a person feels for another."
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With each passing day, Rowe seemed a little more relaxed, a little more willing to laugh, and a little more playful, as if he were pulling his soul out from the shadow of his wife’s death to embrace living again. Mel was still an intricate part of their lives, but her memory more frequently brought smiles than tears.
They might be all crazy, but it was a good family to be a part of.
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“Mel would approve?”
Rowe looked down to see tears sparkling in Gretchen’s light brown eyes. “Damn it, Rowe. You made her so happy, and I love you for that. I know she’d want you to be happy. If Noah makes you feel that way, then hold him tight and be happy. That’s all she’d want for you, honey.”
Noah dipped his face forward, nuzzling Rowe’s hair. “Would she have liked me?”
“Mel would have fucking loved you,” Rowe said without hesitation.
“You want to make this our thing.”
Rowe nodded. “Yeah, like you and the mistletoe.”
Noah stepped up to Rowe until their chests bumped. He gently brushed his lips across Rowe’s, drawing him into a slow, gentle kiss that stole his breath away. “Thank you,” he whispered, his mouth still pressed against Rowe’s. “Thank you for doing this for us.”
“Thank you for making me so damn happy.”
Noah gave him one more quick kiss and stepped back. “Anytime.”
“She loved you. She might not have known all the wonderful things about you, but she loved you,” Rowe whispered. “And I know you—all of you—and I love you. I’m sitting here, breathing, happy, and ready to live because of you.”
The weight on his chest lifted a bit and he smiled. “I love you too.” He really would be lost without this man.
Shifting out from Rowe’s grip, he shoved to his feet. With a hand extended to Rowe, he grinned. “Let’s go sign some papers with the realtor, then we’ll get some real southern cookin’ before I take you back to the hotel and fuck you through the mattress.”
“God, babe,” Rowe growled, putting his hand in Noah’s and letting the other man help him to his feet. “You say the best things with that filthy mouth.”
“What kind of bet were you thinking?”
“A bet that involves toys.”
Rowe swallowed back a groan. He loved all of Noah’s ideas when they came to toys—in and out of the bedroom. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure which one Noah was talking about at that moment. “Is this bet going to require me to have yet another meeting with our HR department about what is and isn’t a work-appropriate conversation?”
And Noah. Fuck, he always smelled so good. It was like his own personal scent had been created just to lure Rowe to him at all times.
“I love you,” he murmured into skin, tightening his arms around this man he couldn’t live without. “I love you so goddamn much.”
“I love your body. Every damn thing about it down to the last mole. Love the way you smell, the way you sleep plastered against me until you get hot and move away…only to come back as soon as you cool off. And your taste? God, Rowe, there is nothing better on this Earth. I love tasting the outside of your body but you know what?”
“What?” he whispered.
“I really love the inside. You like when I slide my tongue into your ass, Rowe?”
His man didn’t blend into any background, no. He stood out, bright and loud. Lusty and affectionate. And loving as hell. He was the color in Noah’s world.
With each passing day, Rowe seemed a little more relaxed, a little more willing to laugh, and a little more playful, as if he were pulling his soul out from the shadow of his wife’s death to embrace living again. Mel was still an intricate part of their lives, but her memory more frequently brought smiles than tears.
Everything that he’d gone through—his loss of Mel, his realization that he had also been in love with his best friend, it had made him…different. He was quicker to get that mushy softness in his chest. Quicker to realize that he had something special with these men.
Rowe wanted to make him happy, wanted it with every fiber of his being. He knew that he would never be entirely over the death of his wife, but he also knew there was plenty of room in his heart for this man. He’d loved Noah for years but hadn’t been ready to admit it to himself. That hesitance had hurt Noah so badly. He’d spend his life trying to make up for that, even though Noah never said a word about it. There were emotional layers to this man that touched Rowe constantly. He made him see the world in new ways.
“I love you, Noah.”