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walked down the hallway to the bedroom Sandy had holed
    up in the moment they got home earlier that day and opened
    the door quietly, thanking all that was sacred when he saw she’d
    finally fallen asleep. Next door down, Nicky slept on his side,
    his left hand carefully resting on a pillow, his lanky body tightly
    embraced by his grandma’s arms.
    Sam hadn’t left his side for more than ten minutes throughout
    the entire ordeal. But his mother, who had shown up hours ago
    ready to help, had talked him into having something to eat and
    taking a shower. She argued he’d be no good to Nicky if he wasn’t
    up to speed. She was right.
    At some point between dinner and shower time, Nicky had
    come to him and announced he was ready to go to bed with
    Granma and watch some cartoons. He’d hugged Sam tightly
    and given him a tremulous smile. Sam had almost wept from
    relief. Even now his eyes teared up a little at the memory of the
    too bright, too white cast his nephew was sporting, but Nicky
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    seemed to be fine. More importantly, he was protected and safe.
    He closed the door and headed back to his own room, taking
    in the silence of the house. This was the first moment he’d had
    to himself in the past two days, but he couldn’t relax for shit. Too
    much was going on in his mind.
    Normally, he would work that stress out by hitting the gym
    or sparring with Kostas, but his body couldn’t manage that at
    the moment. He could also fuck the bejesus out of whatever
    stranger he felt like hooking up with for a few hours. The third
    option was to call his best friend.
    At the moment that seemed to be the best alternative. He
    could vent to him and even ask for some professional advice to
    help Sandy and Nick, because Logan would know what to do.
    His mind made up he grabbed his phone from the nightstand,
    frowning when he saw he had several missed calls. That wasn’t
    good. He needed to be accessible to his teammates even when he
    was off, especially when they had a serial killer to catch.
    He quickly went through his message list, only listening to
    the ones left by Logan and Duncan. The rest could wait. He was
    about to disconnect when he noticed he had a message from an
    out of town number. He wasn’t prepared for the huge smile that
    spread across his face when he heard it.
    “Hey it’s me, the guy from the airport on Wednesday. We
    bumped into each other? I’m Mac, and I was kind of hopin’
    we could, you know, get together, since I’m leavin’ tomorrow. I
    would’ve called sooner but it’s been a crazy few days… Anyway,
    you mentioned somethin’ about showin’ me the goods and, if you
    are still up for it… Shit… I didn’t mean up as in up… just…” A
    little groan, then he cleared his throat and continued. “If you’re
    still interested give me a call, ’cause I am. My number should
    show up on your missed calls, so, if you want… Okay. Bye.”
    Sam chuckled a little at the “showing me the goods” comment.
    He couldn’t believe he’d said something so corny to the guy.
    During the flight to Buffalo, when Sam hadn’t known he was
    about to walk into a hornets’ nest of drama, he hadn’t been able
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    to get the Texan out of his mind. Their encounter was brief at
    best, but everything about it spoke of naughty, wicked, raunchy
    animal sex. One look at the big guy had Sam wanting to drag him
    to the nearest secluded corner so that he could have his way with
    him. Drop to his knees and find out if his cock matched the rest
    of his body, which was a first in and of itself.
    Sam couldn’t remember ever dropping to his knees, or going
    for someone that size. He had no interest in having anyone
    overpower him, in or out of bed. He liked his guys to be shorter
    than his own six-three and have sleek, trim bodies.
    But there was no denying his powerful reaction to the blond
    guy’s muscled, probably six-five frame. Homeboy was built like a
    brick shit-house