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against his skin, sent a shiver of need down Brody’s spin. It had been so good. He fully admitted he had let himself indulge and enjoy the touch for a moment. Such strong hands. The thought of Zak throwing him down and taking him had nearly had him coming right then and there.

    Glancing up to make sure Zak hadn’t noticed was the worst mistake he could have made. For those first few, powerful seconds, they had connected. It was obvious, to both of them how attracted they were to each other, and just as obvious that it couldn’t come to anything. The shuttered, closed off look that had replaced Zak’s long, hot stare had almost brought Brody to his knees.
    But he was right. They needed some distance, needed to keep things cool and professional. Zak had a good thing going with Lark. More than a good thing. It was precious. Brody couldn’t come between that.
    He wouldn’t come between them.

Chapter Four
    Lark had never been so glad to get to the end of a Saturday night close. It had been a hell of a shift—busy, noisy and with enough back-to-back bookings to keep him hopping. But the restaurant wasn’t to blame for the current knot of tension settling in between his shoulder blades and cruising up to cramp his neck muscles. That special honour resided solely with two very stubborn, suspiciously absent men.
    Pushing the menus back into their pigeonhole below the front desk, Lark looked around the now peaceful room. The wait-staff were milling around, finishing off the last of their jobs.Rio and Gus were chatting with the barman, and Dave and Andy had just pushed through the kitchen door, heading straight for their favourite little waitress, Jaime. It was time to make his move.
    Lark strode through the dim restaurant—head held high, determination etched into every step as he made his way towards the kitchen. He wasn’t too proud to admit he couldn’t take it anymore. He’d tried to be accommodating and wait for Zak and Brody to stop dancing around one another. He’d truly wanted to let the men get over whatever it was that was bothering them about the situation. But he’d run out of patience now. Nothing was happening, and he was going out of his mind watching Zak become more silent and stoic while Brody got more nervous and jittery.
    Actually, Lark was rather surprised he’d lasted this long. They’d been around each other two weeks now. The hormone overload alone was threatening to send him over the edge. But neither Zak nor Brody seemed willing to admit to the scorching attraction between them. It was hot watching them eye each other—the long, lustful looks, the heat that rose in both man’s cheeks when they were caught looking—but it was time to call it.
    So now Lark was on a mission. Or maybe a hunt might be a more appropriate analogy. Whatever it was, he’d run out of patience with the ambiguity and self-doubt, longing looks and frustrating hesitation.
    He was moving on to the fun stuff, even if he had to drag both men kicking and screaming.
    Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration. Not to mention a ridiculous impossibility. Lark didn’t think he’d be able to drag either man very far against his will, especially since Lark probably didn’t weight much more than Zak’s left leg. But he was getting to work on sorting out just where everyone stood and what they all wanted. Because the three of them fighting their growing desire for each other just wasn’t the way Lark wanted to expend his energy. He had much more…creative ideas about what they could Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    be doing.
    If I can just get the other two to stop hiding from this!
    Of course, it would help if he could find Brody right now. The sweet little kitchen hand haunted his dreams with his piercing pale blue eyes, tall lean frame and absolutely gorgeous, unruly mane of dark blond hair, but he certainly didn’t haunt the restaurant. He could be found there only when on