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through the floor?
    “Are you calling me fat?” Trevor asked with mock-offense. Running an eye up and down the muscled body in question, Pete smirked. “Well, you are a little—”
    “Don’t say it,” Trevor interrupted, his eyes narrowed.
    “What?” Widening his eyes in pretend innocence, Pete casually moved away from the other man. “Chubby? Curvy? Rubenesque?”
    Trevor lunged for him and Pete ran, hurdling the porch and any suspicious board that might give under his weight. Trevor was close behind and caught him within half a dozen strides, snaking an arm around Pete’s waist and jerking him back against him. Although Pete had a couple of inches on the other man and was just as well muscled, he let himself be pulled against Trevor’s chest. After all, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
    “I don’t know,” Trevor was saying as his hand ran over Pete’s stomach, making the muscles ripple beneath his touch. “It’s feeling a little squishy here. Maybe a little breaddoughy. Should I poke it and make you giggle?”
    “Only if you want to die.” Pete had tried for a threatening tone but the words emerged more breathy than anything. He rolled his eyes at his own lack of coolness.
    “What’s with the death threats?” Trevor murmured next to his ear. “Aren’t you supposed to be my protector?” His hand was still moving, stroking lower. Pete caught it with his.
    “Where’re you going with that?” Although his voice was a warning growl, his hips had a life of their own, pressing back against Trevor’s groin. He heard a catch of breath behind him.
    “Oh! I’m sorry to interrupt…”
    Pete jumped, jerked out of the oddly sensual moment by a woman’s voice. He pulled away and Trevor let him go. The woman was small with light brown hair and pale blue eyes that darted around when she talked, never settling directly on them. Pete recognized her as the hedge-trimming neighbor from earlier. 29
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    “I don’t mean to intrude but I brought some things, just a few things, I made them myself but if you’re on one of those low-carb or gluten-free or whatever diets then you don’t need to eat one just to make me feel better,” she said, stumbling over her words as if they were coming out of her mouth too fast to organize. The woman shoved a plate of cookies at them.
    “Thank you…” Pete cocked an eyebrow at her and she flushed.
    “Oh…right, sorry,” she babbled. “I’m Marsha Hayes. Yes, that would be like
    ‘Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!’ from The Brady Bunch . I’ve heard that quite a bit.”
    Pete smiled. She made him feel composed, and this was only seconds after Trevor’s hands were just inches from his crotch. “Thank you, Marsha,” he told her, accepting the plate. “I’m Pete and this is Joey.” He waved a hand toward Trevor, who was already foraging beneath the plastic wrap for one of the cookies.
    “You made these?” Trevor mumbled around the edges of a bite. She nodded, her eyes huge as she stared at him. “I got the recipe from the Honeysuckle Lutheran Church’s cookbook. Normally I get all my recipes from the internet but I thought welcome cookies should come from the town’s cookbook, don’t you think?” She flushed, dropping her eyes. “Oh, and you two don’t care about stupid recipes, do you? I’ll just shut up now.”
    Somehow, Pete doubted that.
    “They’re really good,” Trevor told her, snagging another couple cookies from the plate. “Thank you.”
    She colored again but from pleasure this time. “No, thank you ! I’m so glad to have a neighbor again. This house has sat empty for so long, just falling down around its own ears. Marty next door and I take turns mowing the lawn so it doesn’t look like it’s empty because I’ve heard that attracts thieves and delinquents, so it will be nice to not have to do that anymore.”
    Catching a laugh before it could escape, Pete changed it into a cough. “Thank you. We have our work cut