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car jerked slightly to the left as if the driver were startled before the vehicle was eased to the shoulder of the road.
    “Treasure State, my ass,” Les snorted, reading the motto on the licence plate as he pulled the cruiser up behind the Honda. He entered the plate numbers into the DMV
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    database and snickered when the name Adam Edwin Masterson came up. Edwin. Well,
    Leslie sure didn’t have anything to laugh about there, and his amusement died under a shocking swell of heat that seemed to burst from Les’ insides when Adam’s licence popped up on the screen.
    Les’ first thought was, Well, holy fuck, no wonder Josh was feeling a little insecure. His second was that the drugs must have really fried his brain or something because he could not be getting a goddamn woody from looking at Adam’s spectacularly hot licence picture. And who even had a licence picture like that? Christ, Les looked like a pissed off psycho in his.
    He’d barely got to step on the red tape before the lady behind the DMV counter had snapped his picture. After having stood in line for two hours, Les had been irritated to put it mildly, and the scowl on his face had been captured before he had a chance to think about trying to look like something less than an axe murderer in mid rampage.
    And now he was irritated all over again by his body’s weird reaction to Adam’s
    picture. The guy looked like a blond god, his face all big eyes and sharp angles. Small, full lips were stretched into a grin that promised they’d feel like heaven wrapped around Les’
    dick and—
    “God damn it!” Les snarled, wondering just what was in the shots Josh had given him.
    Did they make Viagra in a liquid form? His cock was so hard he ached to the tops of his thighs. His guts felt tight, hot, knotted with need. It had to be a side effect from the medicine, it had to. Nothing else made any sense.
    Les shoved open his door and barrelled out of the cruiser, his heavy boots slapping against the loose rocks at the side of the road. He pulled his Maglite off his hip and turned it on as he approached the vehicle, aiming the beam at the driver’s window. The window was lowered slowly, the driver jostling a bit in a manner that told Les the guy didn’t have automatic windows. An odd ripple skimmed over him as he stared at one Adam Edwin
    Masterson. Les’ throat went dry as big blue eyes squinted against the strong beam of the flashlight. He wanted to growl when one pale elegant hand came up to shadow those sky coloured orbs.
    “Licence, registration, proof of insurance,” Les barked, completely pissed at the way his body was betraying him again. First getting sick, then this freaky ass reaction to the blond EX’S AND O’S
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    man cowering in the car. Shit, Les couldn’t even lower the flashlight. If he did, Adam would get an eyeful of erect dick once he finished digging out the documents Les had demanded.
    “Officer, could you point that thing away?” a female voice snapped.
    Les blushed fiercely until he realised the woman—hadn’t Josh said something about Adam’s mother?—wasn’t talking about his dick but the flashlight instead. As irritated as he was about his reaction to Adam, Les couldn’t bring himself to ignore a mama’s command.
    And even though it had been posed as a question, it wasn’t. Sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down his back. Moms made him nervous as hell—irrational, he knew, but there it was. Les lowered the flashlight so that it didn’t shine fully into the vehicle but didn’t lower it entirely. He propped his forearm on the roof of the car and dipped his head down, peering past Adam to the small older woman in the passenger seat. “Sorry, ma’am.” The tangy scent of sweat and musky male tickled his nose. It was a tantalising odour, one that zinged straight to Les’ balls, making him inhale sharply in a quest for more.
    “Sorry, I probably stink,”