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said.
    To Casey’s complete and utter astonishment, Hunter reached out and wiped his thumb across Casey’s cheek. Casey’s skin burned as Hunter dropped his hand and it suddenly became hard to breathe.
    Just then, the oven beeped, signaling that the chicken was done. Casey wasn’t sure if he should be disappointed or relieved as he moved to the oven to retrieve the food.
    “I’m gonna go get cleaned up,” Hunter said.
    Casey nodded, not trusting himself to speak, or even look. Definitely not normal. And things just kept getting worse.
    The more Casey was around Hunter, the more he wanted to be—needed to be. It was building into more than just a crush or even just a friendship. No : Casey was falling for him, and the more he tried to stop it, the more the feelings came rushing in like a storm so strong, nothing could stop it.
    There was something about Hunter that he couldn’t get enough of. Maybe it was his strong, quiet smolder ; maybe it was his confidence and how comfortable he seemed in his own rugged skin.
    His killer looks and the way he handled himself didn’t hurt , but it was more than that.  Hunter didn’t give a fuck what people thought of him, and he was willing to stand up for and fight for anyone he cared about. There was something about Hunter that told Casey if he ever needed someone to stick up for him, even in public, it wouldn’t be McDermott riding to the rescue.
    It’d be Hunter.
    What he didn’t realize was that Hunter was having similar issues trying to figure out exactly what this was between himself and Casey. He hadn’t really been surprised when Casey had come out, and other than the honesty factor, it really didn’t matter to him. One of his best friends growing up had been gay. The thing that was causing Hunter to lose sleep was that he didn’t understand this connection he was feeling: this desire to spend time with Casey, to protect him. The flare of anger that had gone through him when Casey had talked about his ex had been easy to explain away as Hunter’s usual problem with anyone who treated good people like shit. The problem was, it didn’t explain why Hunter didn’t just want to beat the shit out of this McDermott asshole, but wanted to shake the man and tell him how stupid he was for losing someone as great as Casey. It was because they were friends, he tried telling himself. Casey was a good guy. He worked hard, even if he still was a bit of a city boy when it came to some stuff, and he could cook like no one else. Hunter just wasn’t sure if that explanation was going to be good enough for long.
     
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    CHAPTER 14
     
    Casey took a deep breath and looked down at his phone. He’d been at the farmhouse for over two weeks and had been putting this off just as long. It was the longest he’d ever gone without speaking to his mother, and he knew if he ducked her calls any longer, she’d really start to worry, and that wouldn’t be good for her health.
    He tapped her name on the screen and took a deep breath that did nothing to calm his nerves. Fortunately, he’d had years of practice pretending to be something he wasn’t. At the moment, it was happy.
    “Mom?”
    “Casey!”
    The joy in her voice made Casey feel both relieved and guilty. He hadn’t heard his mother sound that good in months. He smiled despite his nerves. “Hey, Mom. You sound good.” She laughed and the sound did more for him than anything else had in a long time.
    “I got some of those fancy beans you wanted…” Hunter’s voice trailed off and he raised a hand in apology.
    Well, almost anything, Casey amended. Just looking at Hunter made Casey feel better, safer. He watched the other man disappear into the kitchen while his mother filled him in on all she’d been doing since they’d last talked. This part was what he liked: the listening. He loved his mother and hearing about her life. No, the part he was dreading was coming up next, when the story stopped and the