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was gay. Not that it was any secret. He’d been out since he was fifteen and everyone at Equinox knew. But not even this stopped Stella. He would have been flattered if he didn’t think she was one of those women who had a thing for gay guys because she thought she had what it took to convert him.
    He could have told Stella she was wasting her time, but she was a big girl and if she chose to ignore the facts, this was her funeral.
    Ramsey went to the locker room and changed out of his jeans and button-down into an Equinox Personal Trainer T-shirt and matching warm-up pants.
    A lot of the trainers wore shorts during their sessions with the sole purpose of showing off their toned, muscular legs but Ramsey’s comfort came before his ego, and the long pants were one of his best defenses against the sub-zero AC in the gym. Even at Zara’s where the kinetic crush of bodies night after night upped the temperatures, he still felt the draft.
    He took a deep breath and paused on the threshold between the locker rooms and the outer workout rooms, closed his eyes and pictured Trevor before he’d left him in the hospital.
    Ramsey knew Trevor had been looking at his ass, felt the heat and wished he’d had on shorts to expose his well-muscled legs for Trevor’s pleasure. He worked hard on staying healthy and keeping in shape and knew he had a nice body. For once he’d wanted to show it off, wanted another’s sexual attention.
    He had been off the dating radar for so long, barely going out or doing any sort of socializing that didn’t involve work, he forgot what it was like to welcome the attentions of someone he was physically attracted to, much more invite them.
    This had all changed in the span of twenty-four hours and the advent of one sexy, drugged-out twinkie, who wouldn’t be drugged-out for much longer if Ramsey had anything to say about it.
    He breezed through his first two, two-hour sessions easier than usual, focusing on thoughts of Trevor and when was the next time he would see 40
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    him again. It was only between his second and last session that he realized he hadn’t gotten Trevor’s number and had no way of contacting the man if he wanted to. And he wanted to, hated that he hadn’t taken more control of the situation, had in fact, put his fate in Trevor’s hands. That wasn’t like him.
    How pathetic was that? Not pathetic because he hadn’t gotten Trevor’s number, but because he felt the need to call him after seeing him only a few hours ago.
    Damn, he had it bad and anticipated it getting much worse after that kiss he and Trevor shared. The genie had been let out of the bottle now and there was no going back. He knew what Trevor tasted like, his musky-sweet scent imprinted on Ramsey’s olfactory memory making him salivate anticipating another sample. And he wanted to know more, wanted to get to know Trevor better—physically and mentally.
    “I’m thinking that’s not for me.”
    Ramsey shook his head and glanced down at his last client of the day from where he was spotting him at a weight bench. “What isn’t for you?”
    Since Hayden had never been shy about touching Ramsey’s person he reached out to stroke the hard-on plainly visible behind the front of his warm-up pants and licked his lips. “This nice big one right here.”
    Ramsey almost swallowed his tongue trying to get away from Hayden’s touch, so sensitive and full, he nearly came on the spot. “I think we’d better take a short break.”
    “No worries, hun. I’ll be here when you get back.” Hayden chuckled as Ramsey headed for the locker room. “Whoever he is, he’s one lucky guy!”
    Ramsey didn’t know about all that. He did know one thing for damn sure. He had it bad!

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Chapter 5
    “Open up, Trev. It’s your friendly neighborhood candyman.”
    Zara went to the door and looked through the peephole for no other reason except she needed something useful and safe to