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gay.”
    “Shit.” Another guy killed because of his sexual orientation
    would definitely explain Braxton’s foul mood. “Anyone you
    knew?”
    “Name didn’t ring a bell but you know that doesn’t mean
    anything.”
    “Right.” The guy could’ve been a regular patron of The Heat
    Wave, but that didn’t mean Brax, or even Mac, would’ve known
    him personally. “This is crazy, man. I hope Eric catches whoever
    is doing this.”
    “And tomorrow wouldn’t be soon enough.” Braxton agreed
    as they made their way out of the terminal.
    § § § §
    May 14, 2009
    34 Taylor V. Donovan
    Mac buttoned up his short sleeved, dark red shirt and slid
    his hands over it slowly, getting familiar with its shimmering
    appearance. As a T-shirt and jeans, cotton all the way kind of guy,
    he had never in his life worn anything so fine. Heck, he wouldn’t
    even know where to shop for something like it; but thanks to
    Christian, who had assured him it was mandatory for tourists to
    experience the joys of a New York City shopping spree, he could
    now mention a few stores and designers he’d never heard of and
    whose names he could barely pronounce.
    Mac tugged his shirt a little and looked at himself in the
    mirror. It fit his linebacker’s physique like a glove, smooth and
    soft and damn, the color did look good against his golden skin.
    It was the only thing he’d loved at the store, and Chris apparently
    noticed because, on the cab ride to the hotel, he’d given Mac a sly
    smile and a gift wrapped box.
    After making sure his blond hair was spiked just right he
    grabbed his wallet and opened it to make sure he had enough
    cash. Braxton had refused to let him pay for his own plane ticket
    and room, but, after a brief argument, he’d agreed to let Mac pay
    for tips and cab fares at the very least.
    He put the money away and took out the business card he
    hadn’t used until that morning. Granted he’d been busy, but the
    real reason was he’d been worried his friends would find him out.
    He’d walked around with a hard on for the guy he referred to
    as Sexy Super Agent for days, trying to figure out what to do and
    how to do it to no avail.
    The fact that he might miss this opportunity mainly because
    his friends didn’t know Mac swung the same way they did was
    frustrating to the nth degree, but it wasn’t the right time to come
    out to them.
    The card had no first name on it, only an initial, but it stated
    that the blue eyed wet dream was a Special Agent with the FBI.
    Beauty and brains.
    Mac wasn’t going to lie. He was impressed.
    And although he’d had some fun wondering what the “S”
    six DegRees of Lust 35
    stood for by running a litany of words to describe the gorgeous
    man—Sexy, Stud, and Super Suckable being his favorites—he’d
    much rather ask him in person about it.
    Mac couldn’t think of any other time he’d felt this way over
    the prospect of a fuck. It was insane. Desire drove him a little
    nuts every passing day, plaguing his mind, and eventually he’d had
    to admit jerking off to the guy wasn’t going to cut it.
    That morning, after realizing it was already Friday and his
    time was running out, he’d made the call.
    It went straight to voice mail.
    Mac couldn’t make sense out of the shivers that once again
    ran down his spine when he heard the “This is Special Agent
    Shaughnessy. Leave a brief message and I’ll return your call”
    greeting. And he couldn’t help but feel like an idiot after leaving
    what was probably the dorkiest message in gay history, which
    was most likely the reason why Sexy Super Agent never returned
    his call.
    He wanted the Yankee so much he even considered calling
    again before leaving his room. If it weren’t for the fact that he’d
    sound like a horny teenager or worse, desperate, he would have.
    Instead he called home to make sure everything was okay and,
    after grabbing his room key, he headed out the door to go meet
    Braxton and Christian down in the

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