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it was, an absurd defiance of gravity, in Lon’s muddled
    opinion. He lifted a foot and set it down on something hard…mobile…rolling. The
    glass. “Yipe!” More spinning around the only thing that was steady—Wod’s hand.
    Lon veered, then fell through liquid space. He reached out, grasped and found Wod’s
    neck. Wod’s neck? Where was the ground? Christmas, what…? “Are you carrying
    me?”
    “Yes.”
    Yes. Two strong arms. He could feel them underneath his bent knees and his
    back. “No. Put me down.”
    “No.”
    Darkness. Cooler air. The fire was in another room. “Wait.”
    “Shhh.”
    Soft. Warm pine and wool. A mattress in the dark. “Wod, wait.”
    “Shhh.” Big hands pulled off Lon’s shoes.
    “Wod.” Why wouldn’t the world right itself? It was so dark. “A light.”
    “Don’t need it for sleep.”
    “Sleep.” As though the words were a cue, Lon felt his muscles respond to the
    mattress that supported him. Despite the panic in the forefront of his mind, the rest
    of him felt remarkably calm. Safe. “No.” He yawned.
    “You’ll feel better after you’ve slept.”

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    “But…”
    A warm palm smoothed over his forehead. “Sleep, Lon.”
    “What…?” Drunk or no, Lon recognized a sleep nudge when he felt it. A minor
    spell that just about everyone knew.
    Unprepared to resist, Lon went out like a light.

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    Jet Mykles

    Chapter Six

    Lon woke up. Sat up. The big, human-size bed was draped in midnight blue
    sheets with a matching comforter, and he was right in the middle of it. The morning
    sun shone through the slats of shutters to Lon’s left, and his jacket was draped over
    a chair by the closed door to his right. One door of a big armoire was ajar to provide
    a peek of hanging clothes and neatly arranged shoes. A deep rust silk robe hung on
    the corner of the armoire. A door beside it led to a bathroom beyond.
    He was alone.
    Where was Wod? Better yet, what had he done with Wod that he couldn’t
    remember?
    Frantic, Lon lifted the sheets, relieved to see that he still wore his pants and
    undershirt. His socks were gone, but a peek over the edge of the bed showed them
    neatly tucked into his shoes.
    Back to: where was Wod?
    Cautiously Lon climbed out of the bed—literally, since the bed stood as tall as
    his waist—and scurried into the narrow, pine-scented bathroom. He used the
    facilities, rinsed his mouth with a peppermint wash, and finger combed his hair, for
    once happy to have no curls. He didn’t look debauched, and he felt remarkably
    clear-headed, given that he’d been drunk the night before. Wod wouldn’t have taken
    advantage of that, would he? Lon didn’t feel like he’d done anything with Wod that
    he didn’t remember, but details were a little fuzzy around the edges. He
    remembered most of his conversation with Wod, he thought, and he vividly recalled
    having seen Rom in the hot tub with Tym. Naked and wet, fucking Tym from
    behind. So strong, so gorgeous, so unbelievably sexy. Lon even remembered the

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    sparkle of water on Rom’s pale skin in the moonlight. Overcome, Lon gripped the
    rounded edge of the porcelain sink and waited for a wave of desire to release him.
    “ He’s barely ever been with anyone twice .” He remembered Wod saying that too.
    A sense of loss drained the lust, and he lifted his face to stare at his dumbstruck
    reflection. What now? Was he fooling himself about Rom? Even if he got the other
    man’s attention, would it be everything Lon imagined? Could it be anything close to
    what he imagined? Or would he get, at most, one night of bliss, followed by a
    lifetime of memory?
    Maybe it would be worth it. Rom had been magnificent, thrusting into Tym.
    Tym certainly had been lost in ecstasy. But beyond the initial thought, it just didn’t
    appeal to Lon. A single night didn’t seem right.
    But it wasn’t a decision to be made right now. First things first, he needed to
    get out of Wod’s