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of…what?
    Hope?
    “So
you got a hot date lined up?” Will shifted on the balls of his feet, his hands
tucked into the pockets of a pair of jeans so crisp they had to be brand new.
In fact everything he was wearing looked new. Jude had only seen him wearing
the same few clothing items since he’d been here. “You look… thunderstruck.
Must not happen often.”
    “Yeah,
not every day one gets asked to lunch by his brother. Huge date. Big. He’s this
big deal football star. Maybe you heard of him? Oh my god what will I wear?”
Jude stood up and did a little jog feigning excitement until coffee sloshed
over his hand.
    “I
bet if you look in that wardrobe upstairs you might find an evening gown or
something to go with that tiara you’re wearing. But it might not fit you as
well as it fits Livy, he’s got bigger boobs than you.” Will stifled a laugh,
but he didn’t hide the smile that stretched his face. A couple of killer
dimples popped from his cheeks and Jude nearly swallowed his tongue.
    “If
you’re saying I’m flat chested… you’d be right. What size is it you wear? A
forty-four double D?” Jude shot back feeling childish but strangely relaxed at
the same time.
    “Hey,
I work hard for this girlish figure. You keep that up you’re going to give me
body issues. Because I am not fat!” The huge ass football player pulled a pout
that Levi would have been proud of.
    “There
doesn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on you…this is true. That’s all muscle.” The look that passed over
Will’s face stopped Jude in his tracks. He’d just stumbled over that line
without realizing it.
    “I
have food downstairs if you’re hungry,” Will said, his dimples gone now. “And
if you’d like to see my new car I could show it to you before it gets dark.”
    “I’d
love to. Let me grab a jacket.”
    “And
shoes. It’s freezing out there.” The smile was back. And they were back on
stable ground. No more flirting. Because that felt too much like flirting. The
guy must think he and Levi were cut from the same cloth. He’d have to watch
himself from here on out. Even when Will started it. No sense giving him the
wrong ideas.
    *
* * * *
    Full
dark fell while he was upstairs waiting for Levi’s brother to slip on shoes and
a jacket. The street lights were good but he really wanted Jude to see the car
in the daylight. He needed to show someone today or bust a gut.
    “Hurry
up, dinner is getting cold.” He rushed Jude down the last few stairs past all
of the shopping bags he’d carried inside and left in the entry way.
    The
lights from the small courtyard lit the Land Rover enough for Jude to see and
appreciate. “Isn’t she gorgeous? I bought her a couple of weeks ago and the
call came in early this morning that the dealer had taken delivery. So what do
you think?”
    Jude
walked around the sleek black sport Rover and climbed in the driver’s seat.
Will opened the passenger side and leaned in to watch as the man ran his hand
over the steering wheel and along the console. “This is gorgeous, Will.
Absolutely gorgeous.”
    A
blossom of warmth bubbled up from strange places. “Isn’t she? I had everything
custom installed. Including a very sensitive anti-theft system, so you don’t
have to worry about someone trying to drive off with her in the night. If the
alarm doesn’t make ‘ em shit themselves and run it
won’t go but a mile before it locks down tight as a virgin on prom night.” Jude
glanced his way with a gleam in his eyes. He seemed to be trying not to laugh.
But all Will could think was how the glow from the dash lit up his already
stunning eyes. “You are really pretty… for a guy…I mean, oh shit…forget I just
said that. I uh, you sort of look like Levi but really he’s not…I have no idea
what I mean.”
    Jude
laughed this time, and leaned back against the seat staring at him. Will
shifted his weight from one foot to the other while he waited for the

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