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“Don’t feed me lines like that.” Ryan added the lightness Kick expected
in his voice. “Or I may not be able to remain a gentleman.”
“We all need some variety,” Kick said. He had every reason to drag
Logan Doyle out in public. Together they were a physically striking pair
of men. The kind of sexy, handsome men who make women in evening
gowns hate homosexuality.
At the airport stop for PSA, Kick had pulled the Corvette to the curb.
A porter opened January’s door and took her ticket and bag, but she had
not been in any hurry to leave.
“By the way,” January had said to Kick, “I know that you and Ryan
know what you’re doing. The way you keep your relationship open is super,
especially the way Ryan wrote me that you both take special care of the
home team.”
“Ryan’s real special,” Kick said.
“But one thing,” January said. “Keep that other gorgeous hunk
around.”
“You like Logan, huh?”
“Remember, I have a photographer’s eye for looks.”
“Logan’s big in that department.”
“And one last thing. Can I say it?”
“You can say anything you want.” Kick grinned his stunning grin.
“Ryan loves you.”
“I know. I love him too.”
“No. I mean Ryan is in-love with you.”
“He’s got that under control.”
“What I mean is: Don’t hurt Ryan.”
“No one’s ever treated me better.”
“Handsome is as handsome does,” January said.
“I’d never hurt Ry.”
“What I mean is: Be careful with Logan.”
Kick reached to touch the key in the ignition. January stroked his
muscular forearm. Tender gold stubble grew soft on his tanned skin where
Ryan had shaved away his thick fleece for the Mr. San Francisco contest.
“God! You’re hot!” she said.
Kick smiled. “We all know what we’re doing.” He turned the key. The
Corvette roared into life at the curb. “We’re big boys.”
“Quoth Kweenie,” January said. “You’re all big boys playing big boys’
games.” She leaned over, pulled Kick’s hand from the steering wheel to
her mouth and kissed his palm. “Thanks for the lift.”
“Thanks, sailor,” Kick said. “Call me next time you’re in town.”

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