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the bedroom. Naked.
    Evan had nothing to retort, nothing at all.
    Matt was in cargo shorts and a T-shirt when Evan was done cleaning up the bathroom. His dark hair curled down around his neck, falling into a flop over his eyes.
    “You need a haircut,” Evan pointed out and dropped the towel long enough to pull on some boxers.
    “Going on vacation, don't need one.” He lay back on the bed with a happy sigh. “Might not shave either.”
    “You're a wild man.” Evan put on shorts and an ironed polo shirt—then quickly changed into an NYPD T-shirt that had seen better days before Matt noticed his inability to “dress down.”
    “I will, however, be taking lots and lots of showers,” Matt smirked, sitting and standing in a quick motion. He stalked over to Evan with a gleam in his eye.
    “Yeah, I got that.”
    “I wonder what would happen if we were naked in a waterfall…”
    “You watching cable porn-on-demand again?”
    Matt didn't look guilty. He didn't hide his wants or desires. Ever. “Maybe.”
    Evan leaned back against the dresser and couldn't help himself—he smiled. It was next to impossible to do anything but when Matt gave him that look.
    “I'm a little nervous what you have packed.” That was only half true. He was a little nervous and desperately curious. A weekend away without the kids would be an opportunity for Matt to break out the whips and chains…
    “What I have packed? What about you?”
    “Me?” Evan flashed on the DVD in the garage. The rental had electronic equipment. They could watch it, they could…imitate it.
    Matt snickered; he was clearly teasing, and suddenly Evan felt indignant. Why was it so shocking that he would have whips and chains of his own to pack?
    Oh right.
    Evan tried to play it cool. He shrugged. “Not showing or telling until we get there.”
    Matt's eyebrow rose. “Oh really? Now I'm even more eager to get on the road.”
    “Can you do the lockup and set the alarm? I have a few more things to throw in the car.” Evan rocked his hips against Matt's, then dodged his lover's embrace. “Let's get going—we have a long ride ahead.”
    “Gonna feel even longer!” Matt called at his back as Evan headed downstairs. “How do you feel about handjobs on the highway?”
    Evan hurried out of the house. And out to the garage.
    Chapter Five
    Matt called dibs on driving first, then proceeded to sit in the driveway and honk every five minutes as Evan dicked around in the house. Then the garage. Then the house again. Matt's next plan of action was to start calling every two minutes, but fortunately for the sake of their relationship, Evan came out with the final bag and locked the door, stalking toward the SUV with a fake frown on his face.
    “Honking? Really? What was next—phone calls?” Evan got in and buckled up as Matt smirked and backed the minivan out of the driveway.
    “Lighten up, baby; we're on vacation.” Their first official vacation together, really; the kids were gone, they were out of the house and actually going somewhere. Matt was a little giddy.
    “I'm going to bitch about your speeding the entire way there,” Evan said drily, putting on his sunglasses and fiddling with the radio until he found something that the kids hadn't preprogrammed.
    Classic rock. Matt turned it up a bit to show his approval.
    “Eh, bitch away. If we get pulled over, you're flashing your badge.”
    “Left it home.”
    Matt navigated through the busy streets of their neighborhood, careful to watch for packs of skating/biking/running kids.
    “Lies. You barely shower without that thing.”
    “Left it home. Told Helena to only call in cases of emergency and that didn't mean wedding complaints.”
    “Ha. I really don't envy you in the middle of all that.”
    “The question is actually—how did I end up in the middle? I'm a friend, just a friend.”
    “You're the best man!”
    “That means I take Vic out for… Wait, he's my boss and a recovering alcoholic. What the hell