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    intense. His midnight black hair was long enough to allow for a
    firm grip. Mac, an expert when it came to disguising his interest
    in other men, couldn’t stop himself from staring at this gorgeous
    one.
    “No problem,” he managed to say. “I was distracted too.” The
    other man glanced at him with an apologetic smile. He must’ve
    noticed Mac’s interest, because his smile turned into pure sin and
    he gave Mac a very obvious, thorough once over, causing his
    blood to rush right down to his dick.
    Mac sent a silent thank you to the gods. Last thing he needed
    was to get his lights punched out had the dude been straight.
    But he most definitely wasn’t, and his blatant blue-eyed gaze
    was doing weird things to Mac. He had been checked out and
    propositioned many times throughout the years, but had never
    reacted to it the way he was doing now.
    “Yeah, happens when you’re in a hurry.” The guy’s deep voice
    rumbled through Mac like a freight train. “Nice accent, by the
    way. Texas?”
    “Yeah, from Houston… and right back at you.”
    “In town for business or pleasure?” The black haired wet
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    dream’s voice seemed to get deeper on the word “pleasure.”
    “Both.” Mac was annoyed that his own voice actually quivered
    a little. Granted he had never before in his life had such a strong
    sexual reaction to a man in public, but this was ridiculous. Clearing
    his throat, he let his gaze slide over the tall, muscular, suit covered
    form before adding, “If we can manage the time, that is.”
    The other man was about to say something else when the PA
    announced the last boarding call for some flight.
    “Damn, that’s me.” He looked disappointed. Or was that just
    wishful thinking on Mac’s part? “How long are you staying?” he
    asked, not taking his eyes away from Mac’s when he reached back
    to get his wallet.
    “I’ll be here until Saturday afternoon,” Mac answered, not
    giving a crap Braxton could very well be witnessing this encounter.
    This guy was gorgeous and Mac wanted a piece of him, caution
    be damned.
    “Saturday… okay… ” The guy leaned slightly forward and
    put what looked like a business card in one of Mac’s front jeans
    pockets, glancing down at his package before stepping back,
    taking Mac’s breath away in the process. “I should be back by
    then. Give me a call, will you? I’d love to show you the goods.”
    He flashed what was probably the world’s sexiest smile. “You
    have a good one.”
    “You too. Have a safe flight.” Was all Mac could say, smiling
    when the guy started to walk backwards.
    “Yeah… thanks.” Another smile, another onceover, and he
    finally turned around and headed towards what Mac assumed
    was his gate.
    Mac subtly adjusted himself. “Jesus… What the fuck was
    that?” He closed his fist tightly around the card inside his pocket
    and squeezed his eyes shut. “He wants me to call him.” Mac
    swallowed hard. “Yes…Yes!” He took a moment to get his
    heartbeat under control, then snapped his eyes open and turned
    to go catch up with Braxton.
    A hysterical chuckle escaped him when he found his friend
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    walking towards him.
    Shit.
    Had he seen anything?
    Then again, did Mac even care anymore if his friend figured
    out Mac was gay before he was ready to tell him? Sometimes he
    thought he didn’t.
    Mac turned around one more time to take a last look at the
    sexy as fuck stranger and smiled when he saw the man was doing
    the same.
    “Mac.”
    He shook his head, took a deep breath and looked at Braxton.
    The man’s handsome face was pale and his mouth twisted in
    disgust.
    “What’s going on?” he asked, feeling guilty for checking out
    a guy when it was obvious there was something wrong with his
    friend.
    “That was Eric on the phone.” Eric Callahan was a good
    friend and a homicide detective with the Houston PD. “A body
    was found last night… they’re almost sure he was